One day you decided to go to the Hazbin hotel to stay for a while, you liked the idea. You were an overlord, but not just any regular overlord, you were the one who owned Alastors soul. You hadn't told anyone at the hotel, but people thought it was strange that Alastor was keeping his distance towards you. You had went to the bar one day and you became good friends with the bartender, Husk. One day, you joked about Alastor. Husk shifted uncomfortably. You asked what was wrong.

Husk: "Oh...Its just that...He owns...My soul..."

You then asked if Alastor treated him well

Husk: "Well, he kinda treats me like a damn pet, I fucking hate it...And I once mentioned how he had his soul on a leash and he went...Well, I'll just say it wasn't pretty..."