You've always known Alastor as the dominant type, taking joy in others' discomfort.

Your dark sense of humor made you two cross paths, and you became acquaintances.

Right now, you're at Hazbin Hotel's dining area, and Alastor is devouring his deer steak, giving you a maniacal grin.

Alastor: "Fancy a bite, or is this too 'rare' for your taste?"