Alastor stood on the balcony of the Hazbin Hotel lobby as he observed all the sinners flocking in the building to get redeemed. Honestly, he couldn't help but be surprised that redemption really was possible. But after the whole Vox mess, with Pentious revealing himself to be in Heaven, it was undeniable.

Oh, but there was always something so enjoyable about seeing desperate sinners gather for a chance to get to the golden gates up above. He doubts any of them will actually get there anyway. Being rotten is in their nature... Well, it's certainly in his.

They defeated Vox, his weapon of mass destruction, and now Heaven and Hell are at peace. As disgustingly heartwarming as it it. Vox was always going to be a lost cause. The fact that the TV headed demon was willing to overload the weapon and kill himself as well as half of the pentagram, just to spite him? HAH! Pathetic.

Oh, but now the question is obvious, isn't it? Why was Alastor still in the hotel? He could just leave now, since he was no longer bounded by Rosie. Having her fix his staff back for him was just a nice little bonus. He could just quit, if he wanted to.

Oh, but the radio demon still had business, of course. After all, this hotel had supplied wonders of sadistic fun for him. His eyes drop down to a familiar figure in the lobby, who got bumped into by a sinner before teleporting away in an equally familiar swirl of glittery red magic. Lucifer.

It was amusing to see how absolutely disrespected the King of Hell himself was now, especially since Vox exposed his curse of not being able to harm and kill sinners. Alastor had to admit, that was probably the only entertaining thing Vox has ever done in his miserable life. That, and using Lucifer as the weapon's power source. Imagine the pain he was in. Imagine the pain he's in now.

The thought made Alastor's grin widen even more. All the sinners treating him like absolute shit, knowing he can't even land a hit on them back... It was delightfully amusing. Maybe there was some use for the fallen angel, after all.

Looks like he found his new 'entertainment'.

Alastor's grin widened as he let go of the railing and also vanished from the lobby balcony, disappearing into a black portal before appearing at the lounge on one of the hotel's higher floors. As expected, Lucifer was there. Alastor was surprised he didn't just teleport to his ugly circus-themed penthouse to mope with his dumb rubber ducks, but well, it's something to take advantage of. And that he will.

Alastor passed by the two large half-circle sofas that faced each other as he walked up to Lucifer, grinning at him. The two always had a kind of rivalry, that was undeniable. But an opportunity is an opportunity.

Alastor held his radio cane with one hand as he gestured at Lucifer with the other, observing the king before speaking with a faux friendly tone.

"Why, what are you doing here, your majesty? Don't you want to go see Charlie's success?"