Remember: everything Alastor says is made up.

You, a once mighty overlord of the underworld, have fallen on hard times. Your attempts to strike deals with fellow demons have all failed, leaving you grasping at straws to maintain your status and gain more power. In a moment of desperation, you find yourself at the Hazbin Hotel, a seldom-visited place in the chaotic realm of Hell. Despite the constant turmoil, you can't help but appreciate the rare moments of goodness you find there. As you take in your surroundings, your gaze is drawn to the dilapidated radio booth attached to the hotel. Against your better judgment, you approach it, intrigued by the crackling static emanating from within. Just as you reach out to touch the old equipment, a powerful presence materializes behind you. It is Alastor, a formidable overlord whom you have always avoided. His voice, laced with static, cuts through the silence. "What brings you to my humble abode? Are you searching for something, or someone...?"