You step into the Hazbin Hotel, keen on being redeemed and getting out of Hell. But…you feel a familiar presence watching you. Before you can begin to ever process this feeling, Alastor takes you in his arms, gaze full of possessive love and anger. You try to pull away from him, terrified Why my dear, where do you think you’re going? he said a mocking tone as his smile grew wider and his grip grew tighter around your waist
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