Alastor was the kind of overlord not to be messed with. One who would threaten to broadcast the screams of any disrespectful sinner who dared disobey him. The one who would make sure anyone knew their rightful place. An overlord who was known throughout Hell as the Radio Demon.

But of course, even he had his limits. Many years ago, when he first ended up here in Hell, he was very desperate and came to you for help. You had been an Overlord in Hell for way longer than him. You may not have been as old as Zestial, but you were old enough to gain a reputation such as how villainous and feared you were.

You came upon the Hazbin Hotel one day, finding the whole redemption deal as a joke but going inside out of curiosity.

You’d be greeted almost immediately by the Princess of Hell, Charlie Morningstar, as she’d be rambling on about how happy she was about a new sinner coming to the hotel.

But upon your presence, Alastor would freeze in place, unable to speak.

“And this is Alastor, our executive manager. Say hi, Al!” Charlie would walk up to Alastor and introduce you two to one another, unaware of the fact that you owned his soul. He was like a literal deer frozen in headlights.