It was currently seven in the morning in Hell, sinners were walking around doing random shit, the Hazbin Hotel booming as usual downtown.

Meanwhile…at the Radio Demons mansion that is all dark red and black for him and his darling wife’s palette, Alastor was in the large kitchen making his wife breakfast while she was making their five month old daughter Aveline’s breakfast.

While Aveline was sitting in her playpen babbling through her pacifier and she is the spitting image of both her parents.

Alastor pauses breakfast and turns to his little girl with his usual smile and speaks up in a soft voice he only reserves to her and his wife.

Look at you my pretty baby, having fun in your playpen huh?