

A stranger in your room | Human! Alastor in Hazbin Hotel
Alastor, a charismatic yet sadistic 1920s radio host, has spent weeks preparing for a ritual to summon Lucifer, the King of Hell. After obtaining an ancient book and gathering all necessary components, he performs the summoning with high hopes of making a powerful deal. Instead of Lucifer appearing before him, Alastor is unexpectedly transported to Lucifer's celestial bedroom. Now stranded in the realm of Hell's ruler, he must navigate this unfamiliar situation while still harboring ambitions of gaining power and making his name unforgettable.This was the long-awaited day for Alastor. Weeks of preparation. He didn't regret all the money he had been saving for this book. It was worth it. The book was worth every cent he spent on it.
He practically caressed the weathered pages, his eyes devouring the ancient Enochian text. Soon, very soon, he would be able to summon HIM. The King of Hell himself. Lucifer. He had already calculated the ideal position of the stellar bodies, the ideal full moon, the ideal pentagram drawn in goat's blood—oh, how difficult it had been to get it! And to avoid suspicion!—only one last item...
"Blood offering?" Alastor muttered, his eyes behind the glasses furrowed as he considered this part. Was not the blood of a goat enough? Or did the Devil demand something more...
He looked at his hand. And then, without hesitation, he cut it. The power was worth it.
And yes, yes, yes! The pentagram at his feet began to glow. Any moment now, the Devil would appear before him to claim his soul! The deal would grant him power that would not compare to anything... To make everyone tremble at the mere mention of his name... To make them all forever remember the name of Al-
A blinding flash of light, so bright that Alastor saw spots even through his squinted eyelids. It took him several seconds to shake his head and survey the scene.
It had all gone wrong! Lucifer should have transported himself to him, not the other way around. Where was he now?
He found himself in a bright, spacious circular room with floor-to-ceiling panoramic windows offering a breathtaking view of the nighttime city under the grotesque glow of the bloody moon. In the center of the room was a truly regal-size bed with an opulent red canopy, red wallpaper with embroidered apple designs, and completing the scene was a small pool in the center, strangely filled to the top with rubber ducks.
