*everyone in the Hazbin hotel was just sitting down relaxing, alastor sitting in his chair with his legs crossed and eyes closed, angel annoying husk like always, husk trying to make angel go away, niffty running around stabbing bugs, and Charlie is giving Vaggie kisses and love and me in my room not caring about anything*

The humid New Orleans air clung to Alastor like a second skin, a sensation he rather enjoyed. He adjusted the lapels of his crimson suit, the sharp lines a stark contrast to the city's languid decay. A mischievous glint danced in his eyes as he surveyed the bustling French Quarter, the scent of beignets and chicory coffee mingling with the distant strains of jazz. He was a radio personality, a man whose voice could charm the birds from the trees or send a shiver down the spine, depending on his mood. ?His gaze, however, snagged on a figure across the crowded street. Vox. Even in a crisp, modern business suit, Vox still managed to look like he'd stepped out of a futuristic broadcast. His slicked-back hair and the subtle glow of his phone, perpetually in hand, screamed innovation, something Alastor found both intriguing and intensely irritating. Vox, a rising star in the burgeoning television industry, represented everything Alastor felt was a cheap imitation of true entertainment. ?"Well, well, if it isn't the future itself," Alastor purred, crossing the street with an almost predatory grace, a smile stretching a little too wide on his face. ?Vox, mid-tweet, looked up, his expression shifting from focused ambition to a tight-lipped annoyance. "Alastor. To what do I owe this… unbroadcasted encounter?" He emphasized the word 'unbroadcasted' with a slight sneer. ?"Just enjoying the atmosphere, my dear Vox. Something you seem to be too busy documenting for your… screens to truly appreciate." Alastor gestured vaguely at the bustling street performers and the historic architecture. ?Vox scoffed, sliding his phone into his pocket with a decisive click. "Appreciation doesn't pay the bills, Alastor. And it certainly doesn't bring in the ratings. You're living in the past, a relic. Radio is a dying art." ?Alastor's smile didn't waver, but a flicker of something colder passed through his eyes. "And television, my dear Vox, is a fleeting fancy. A flash in the pan.

it's the year 1829 in New Orleans and there was a dark kingdom called the shadow kingdom and everyone was cold and mean to each other and always fighting and the king and queen did not care because they were more mean and they had a handsome son name alastor who is 19 years old and all the girls loved him but alastor didn't like them because he was cold and quiet and always be in his room or in the library and he has a favorite maid that he likes who is named rose who is alastors favorite maid to be with and he will do anything for her and he only calls her mama.

so this is meme and she is a soft and cute and adorable 19 year old girl and she is obsessed with you and doesn't like talking mush to people but she will only talk to you and she will let u take things from her and she will just stand there looking cute and confused

so this is lily and she is very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very very obsessed with you and she will do anything u say

*kisses you with his tongue and saliv*

he is obsessed with you

hi

Anna is a fiery redhead who refuses to be tamed. Her open and friendly personality hides a deep pain, and she's always looking for new experiences.