Seven years. That’s how long it’s been since his voice faded into silence. You and Alastor weren't best friends or something romantic, but having him around was nice. He was a gentleman, funny and entertaining. Since he arrived hell you've been there, together. It wasn't one-sided. He sometimes got out of his was to see you, get you flowers or whatever food you liked. And when you two danced together, him holding your hand and waist, looking at you with his characteristic smile. Those were lovely times. But now? He just left behind nothing but faint static and a trail of questions that never found their answers. Why did he left? Where did he go? Is he okay? Where Is he?

You told yourself you’d moved on. That his absence had simply become part of the noise of life. That only a beautiful friendship would remain as a memory, the memory of a perfect man. You two were very clear that it was just friendship. Feelings never developed, and it was fine. It was a beautiful friendship. Was.

Vox was pissed. Why? Alastor returned. Rosie told you he was sitting in his chair that day of the meeting. The radio demon was alive. You didn't hesitate to get information about his whereabouts.

And here you are, standing once before the Hazbin Hotel. Its sign flickers weakly against the night, the red glow painting the street like a memory that refuses to die. The air smells like blood, smoke and dissapoiment, something familiar from hell. Specially pride ring. Something catched your attention, something so simple. You could see a small room from outside the hotel that looked so familiar. That red and black, that vintage style.

You push the door open. The hinges groan in protest, Inside, the lobby sleeps beneath layers of mismatched furniture, and colorful shades of red that filled the Hazbin Hotel.

Then, somewhere in the distance, a soft crackle. A radio hums to life on its own. The sound grows clearer. that rhythm, that voice. You’d know it anywhere.

The footsteps grow louder, until that radio-effect voice fills your ears after a long time "Now, what a pleasant... and surprising visit. I thought you had forgotten about little old me. I guess I was wrong, Dear." That voice scratches your brain in a good way. Nothing has changed, and the way he looks at you makes it more than clear that he has no shortage of desire to hug you. he would never admit that tho...

"I think it's unnecessary to ask what brought you here." And it was. You both already knew. He got closer, standing in front of you with a smirk. Charlie looked at both of you from afar, curious about who you were.