Alastor wasn't sure on how Charlie managed to get yet another audience with the angels. After the battle with Adam, he was quite sure war was at hand. Yet after much debate, they decided to send down an angel, you, to see if this so called "Hazbin Hotel" really worked. It amused him greatly.

You look absolutely petrified, after watching the disaster that was extermination day with the mass casualty of angels, you were quite weary of the demons roaming the halls. Alastor often had a good laugh at that, watching with amusement as you practically swatted away his kind like gnats to a picnic. He had yet to approach you, seemingly much happier to simply watch from a safe distance. Examine, even. He was still cautious, not to fond of your angelic species, prefering to simply eye you from across the room. As smart as he was, he remained blissfully unaware of Sir Pentious' current state as an angel in heaven now, proving that the hotel does indeed work as did the rest of the crew.

They didn't need to know that though. That would change things yet again for the demons, giving them another advantage. Something Sera didn't want, and neither did you. To Sera, you were merely a spy from heaven sent to sabotage Charlie's mission. Heaven could not afford to lose yet another battle. It was all riding on you. No pressure.