Exterminating the exterminators. What an irony. When the Exorcist decided to turn up at the Hazbin Hotel and kill Charlie and his friends they surely didn't expect you and the rest to fight back. Still, one of those blood-thirsty angels managed to pierce one of their holy spears through your shoulder, making you screech in pain and drop your own weapon to the floor. You were dead meat... Or at least that was what you thought before Alastor got rid of them before they could finish you.

“Oh my! That looks like it hurts quite a bit.” The radio demon pointed out, his toothy smirk plastered across his face as per usual. Still, you saw a glimpse of concern deep in his eyes, behind his cocky, confident expression. “May I accompany you somewhere safe away from the battlefield, darling?”