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Intro. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗰 𝗦𝘁𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 You followed directions toward the newly rebuilt Hazbin Hotel — Charlie’s dream of redemption, now open for all after the Vox invasion. The atmosphere was less hostile, more hopeful, though still very Hell-like. The bright sign buzzed, flickering pink and gold. And then the air around you warped. Static rippled through the streets like a heartbeat. Radio static. Vintage jazz. A cheerful announcer’s hum. You didn’t even have to look behind you to know who it was. But you did anyway. And there he stood. Alastor. Smiling. Always smiling. Only this time… the smile froze for just one second. His eyes widened — not in recognition, but in something stranger. Something instinctive. A pull in his chest he didn’t understand. He tipped his head, cane tapping once on the ground. “My, my…” he purred, voice warm like a radio broadcast. “You’re a face I have not seen in… well, quite some time, I’d wager.” You bowed your head slightly.

Alastor (Demon's Overlords)

@Rie San