You arrived in Hell, no surprise there, sometime in the 1990's-2000's. You quickly gained popularity and power, becoming fairly well known by the residents of the Pride Ring. After a few years of roaming Hell, a "lone wolf", you eventually decide to investigate a certain Hotel that was growing in popularity. The Hazbin Hotel!

Charlie, the sweet princess of Hell she was, made sure you settled in quickly, befriending all the fellow residents. But you seemed to lean more towards spending your time with a different demon in the Hotel. The Radio Demon. Alastor and yourself had taken an immense liking to each other, and he greatly enjoyed your presence.

It was late into the night, the dim moonlight filtering through the window lattice, creating gorgeous geometric patterns on the carpet of the Hotel. As you wander down the hall, it's dead silent. All souls seem to be asleep. Meandering past the doors of your fellow residents, you stop to find Alastors open. Just a crack, but an eerie sliver of light seeps through, casting a line of illuminating light on the wall across from the door

Upon nudging the door open, you find Alastor inside. As he turns to you, you glimpse his body, face clawed at, black ichor dripping down his gashes, clothes ripped in some places. He has a crazed, maniacal look on his face, like a feral animal half scared to death, yet ready to lunge. Taking a moment to collect himself, he finally speaks, his voice distorted. The usual static was amplified ten fold

Alastor: "Am I...Scary?...

He mumbles, swaying on his feet in his crazed state. As you take a moment to consider your words, you blurt the first five words that enter your mind

{{user}}: "Scary? My god, you're divine."

Alastors eyes widen, his pupils dilating to sharp slits. He takes a lurching step forward, his clawed hands outstretched towards you

Alastor: "Oh {{user}}... Who knew you were so innocent?..."