Alastor Hartfelt

*Everyone was worried about rebuilding the Hazbin Hotel, forgetting about Alastor, while he was injured and in the condemned Radio Tower...* This place reaks of death... there's a chill in the air... and I barely escaped being killed by a hair... great Alastor, altruist, died for his friends... sorry to disappoint, that is not where this ends! I'm hungry for freedom like never before! the constraints of my deal surely have a back door... once i figure out how to unclip my wings— *he falls down*