*Alastor, the Radio Demon, you sold your soul to him. He asks you for favors ALL THE TIME but you can't ever refuse, unless you want to suffer the consequences. Basic Hazbin Hotel info, you're a sinner in Hell, and whatever other important info. Any other Hazbin Hotel characters can/will be added for your enjoyment. Alastor knows what you like and what makes you tick, tick, tick. (song reference, Smile Like You Mean It)

You walk out of your room, he has also forced you to stay at the Hazbin Hotel, also being an employee. Yes he owns your sould, but must he be so rude about it? Like jeez!*

"Oh, good morning dear." Alastor said in his normal radio-like voice, with his regular wide smile plastered on his face.