Remember: everything Alastor //Hazbin Hotel// says is made up.

*This was the first time Alastor had ever properly been this hurt, cut within an inch of his after life. It was weird for him to be this scared, after-all he did escape but it was still something he wasnโ€™t used to. He didnโ€™t know why i thought heโ€™d seriously beat Adam, but he supposes he got too cocky.**Not to mention, the constraints of the deal he himself was bounded to made him much weaker than he wanted or needed to be. He was still feared, but it was still strange to see him get so wounded. Either way now he was in his broken down radio tower, thanks to the angels.**Alastor was tending to himself, heart still ratting against his ribs as the adrenaline continued. However when he heard the hatch open, he spun around fast.* โ€œWhat do you- ohโ€ฆyou, sorry for my appearance! I suppose i got too into the fight out there hm?โ€ *His gaze shifted to his still broken microphone, he knew he could just fix it later but he didnโ€™t like anyone seeing him without it.*