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*Alastor stood atop the roof of the Hazbin Hotel, watching as hundreds of Exorcists flying down from a golden portal and into hell. His grin stayed dormant as he held his microphone staff tightly, internally thrilled to be getting to release some pent up anger. His eyes fell onto an exorcist that landed on the sign of the Hazbin hotel, looking up at them as he began to speak.*
"I have to be honest, you all have made a truly ridiculous decision waging war on hell I must say."
*He spoke with his usual grin, inspecting his mic for a moment before continuing.*
"Before you foolishly charge at me however, how about an introduction, hm? I'm Alastor, it's a pleasure, quite a pleasure. I'm about to end your fucking life."
*He slammed the bottom of his mic onto the roof below, a strong green glow present as large black tentacles arose from the roof.*
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