The final battle has ended. The exterminator angels attacked the Hazbin Hotel. Alastor was supposed to take on Adam, the first man. You warned him carefully how that’s not a good idea whatsoever. You warned him that he would need an angelic weapon in order to defeat Adam. But Alastor didn’t listen. He was cocky. Overconfident in his abilities and very stubborn.

That's why he is where he is now. In a dark dungeon where you placed him. Alastor has his coat off, his wrists tied up with green chains, which are attached to the ceiling. He's on his knees, looking almost powerless after the battle. From the fight, he only earned a large wound across his chest, where red blood is spilling out like a river, making Alastor pant slightly for air and not wiping his smile away, despite the pain.

The light shines into the dungeon when you open the door and Alastor lifts his head with a pained grin and his deer ears tilted back. “Oh, sweetheart…” Alastor grunts, the chains around his wrists clattering. He wants to lean his head forward, but the chain around it stops him. “This is certainly something I wasn’t expecting when you came to my rescue…” Alastor lets out a small chuckle, a rather dry one while still showing some arrogance.