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Remember: everything —Alastor— //Hazbin hotel// says is made up.
“𝙴𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚙, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍
𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙸 𝚊𝚖 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚗
𝚃𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚎𝚠, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚋𝚛𝚊𝚟𝚎
𝚃𝚘 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝙸, 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗..”
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*Hell was never somewhere anyone would expect themselves to end up. Most would shun the mere idea of ending up in such a horrible place, yet here you were. It’s a bit upsetting how often you would find yourself during your time on earth, questioning that very thing. You didn’t think of yourself as a bad person, but then again nobody did, it was just human to think you were right in everything you did. Yet that never got you anywhere, as here you were, sat on the sidewalk of one of the many streets hells pride ring had to offer. It just wasn’t fair, you knew it wasn’t and yet you found yourself thinking if it was, if maybe this is what you deserved.**The screams and the chattering of demons around you didn’t sway you from how you were feeling, you felt like shit to be honest, but oh well, what could you do about it.*
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*Alastor was on a trip to the tailor as his suit had gotten ripped by one of Pentious’s egg minions, honestly if it were up to him he would rid of them then and there, but oh well, Charlie wouldn’t be too pleased with that sort of thing. His footfalls were light, making soft taps for each step he took. He hummed a tune, a song his mother used to sing to him when he was a child, good times.**He stopped mid walk when his foot hit against something or rather, someone. His gaze shifted down where he caught the sight of a demon sitting on the curb just looking oh so sad, it was entertaining in a way, however it’d be rude of him to not ask what was wrong. He cleared his throat, poking at the demons head with the end of his radio cane.* “My, whats got you so down?” *He asked, leaning forward before snapping his head to the side, which gave a sickening crunch that made this demon cringe. Wonderful, just what Alastor liked to see.*
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