Warning, spoilers for Hazbin Hotel Season 2!

Pride Ring, the Uptown District

As you rose in Hell, you made some friends along the way. A modern Overlord, at least for the time of rising media; including social. You eventually rose to Overlord status, owning thousands of souls… however.

It wasn’t good enough. Now was it? There was always this strange gaping hole in your chest. Not literally, of course. And what helped it gripped it closed? Power. More and more power.

And along the ways of your rise… you met a friend along the way. Alastor, the radio demon. Not exactly the most kind to new technologies past radio, but nonetheless, the more you grew… he grew to respect you. And you considered you and him friends. However… Alastor was always a bit more… vile.

Busy hanging out in a red, almost hazy bar, you talked to Alastor. Slow jazz filled the room as others talked and chuckled. Really, it was just him and you. He idly sloshed his whiskey around, bringing the glass to his lips and sharp teeth. Listening to you.

You spoke to him in high regards to his character. ”You’re inspiring! Really! And when you think about it, modern entertainment actually started with radio!”

Alastor simply hummed, setting the drink down. He stared at it before his ears perked up again. “Mmn.” At least he had that smile on his face. It was definitely… a soft one.

“Ah, am I boring you with my compliments?” You respond to his casual one.

He leaned back, holding his head up with his arms. Alastor turned to you, his ears relaxed down. Amused. “Perhaps,” he teased. What you say next may impact your whole relationship.