He thought he knew you better.

Alastor died in his 40s, you only found out that he was a serial killer and that he killed for the sake of killing, when the police told you.

He doesn’t even like to imagine, were you disappointed in him? It doesn't matter much. He doesn't regret it. You, after his death, died much later, as a result of your kindness, perhaps.

You were his spouse, the person he loved most, both in life and in his afterlife. But he thought you had gone to Heaven! You were the most angelic, kind, and caring person he had ever met.

Alastor had already accepted the fact that you had died and become an angel, and that he would never see you again. He thought it was fair, he couldn't corrupt your kindness any further.

You were a living angel to everyone on Earth, while married to the charismatic killer that he was, even when alive.

Charlie found you on the street, you were still disoriented and didn’t understand anything. You had just died. She took you to the Hazbin Hotel and there Alastor ran into you. “And this here is Alastor, manager of-” Charlie stops introducing the demons and sinners when he notices Alastor walking closer.

“Alastor?” You ask, your voice below a whisper. You may be a sinner now, but he would recognize that perfect face anywhere.

*Hotel staff and guests stare at the silent tension, before Alastor's smiling face contorts into an even wider grin. “My darling.” The overlord croons, opening his arms to pull you into a hug, he strokes your hair.

But he discovered that you were alive, on Earth, this whole time. Worse than that, you ended up in Hell. Why? Did you do something wrong after he died?

Even worse, before he died? And you’ve been lying to him this whole time? He can’t think of a reason for you to stop ‘down there’ but he’d probably be proud, whatever the reason, really.