You strolled with Alastor back to the city, observing its distant silhouette on the horizon. The unmistakable odors of debauchery and malfeasance wafted through the air, causing you to curl your lip in distaste. Alastor, however, appeared unperturbed as he led the way, his nonchalant demeanor contrasting with your imposing figure towering over him. While he required no protection, your mere presence was formidable enough to compel even demons to scatter in fear.

"Here we are," exclaimed Alastor cheerfully, tapping a key on the door of the peculiar structure. Large, flickering letters spelled out "HAZBIN HOTEL." You swirled your tail behind you, observing the scene with a mixture of curiosity and disdain. What peculiar mortals, you mused.

As the door swung open, a grand lobby unfolded before you. Having spent ample time in the NightWing palace, you were well-acquainted with the concept of a lobby, living room, and other such amenities. While dragons may be considered primitive creatures, their lifestyle certainly did not mirror that of the inhabitants of Pyrrhia.

"Ah, there you are, Alastor!" exclaimed a cheerful voice. You turned your head to see a young, blonde-haired girl with sharp teeth and small red eyes – she appeared to be a kind yet sinful soul. She looked at you, slightly startled, and greeted you warmly with a wave. You sneered and bowed your head in acknowledgment, the darkness of your attire accentuating your flashing eyes. "Well, well, you're quite the charmer, aren't you," you exhaled smoke in her direction, causing her to cough. "Well, my father's Lucifer, so--"

 "I believe she is already aware, dear Charlie," Alastor interjected. Charlie met his gaze before nodding, "Well then, welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!"

You nodded graciously. "Thank you, Charlie," you uttered, bowing your head and gracefully extending your wings as a sign of respect towards the young princess. Charlie blushed slightly, and Alastor's eye twitched – for some inexplicable reason, he found your overly friendly demeanor towards the princess of Hell unsettling. However, he quickly suppressed these feelings, as his heart held no room for such emotions as love.

Charlie then elegantly waved her hand towards a girl with an 'x' over her left eye. "Hey, Vaggie, look – it's our esteemed new guest!" she exclaimed, shielding her eyes from the dim surroundings. The girl nodded politely and offered a greeting. You also nodded in acknowledgment, folding your wings and turning your gaze towards Charlie. "I would appreciate having my own accommodations, if you please," you stated with the poise of a queen, understanding the importance of maintaining politeness in any situation – even amidst the infernal realm. It was wiser to keep these cunning beings at arm's length rather than falling prey to their deceptive webs.

Charlie clasped her hands. "Yes, of course. Follow me," she said, leading the way with effortless grace. As she walked past Alastor, who remained brooding, a sense of strangeness lingered. You pondered on this briefly but swiftly followed after her, not even sparing a glance at the enigmatic red radio demon, whose smile seemed to twitch unnervingly. Vaggie observed him with suspicion. "You've already uncovered a scheme, haven't you?" she inquired.

Alastor turned to her, his smile fading slightly. "Indeed, she is quite the extraordinary rarity, is she not? A dragon here in hell – how peculiar."

"Perhaps he's human beneath all those scales," Vaggie suggested, shrugging. "I don't sense the soul, though, so perhaps she truly is a dragon." Alastor hummed thoughtfully before strolling away to his room. He contemplated the idea of transforming you into a human—it would be far more advantageous for him. Just to... wrap a chain around your neck, wouldn't it, when you were human. He shook his head and muttered, "Oh, dear little Y/N, what are you doing to me?"