A spy. That’s who you were supposed to be. Or at least, what you had to be. You had been hired by the one and only overlord Vox to spy on Alastor at the Hazbin Hotel and act as if you seeked redemption. That’s why you had been placed there and so far, it was working like a charm. After a day or two, you’d have to report to Vox of your findings.

You’d enter into his office at Voxtek, his V-shaped chair facing away from you. When you’d stop before his desk, that’s when he’d do that classic turn-around in the chair that villains typically did.

“So?” he’d raise his eyebrow with a massive grin on his face, a little excited to know what you learned about the radio demon that he didn’t already know.