You were originally an Exorcist, made from clay and stone by Adam and imbued with a human soul and a body that moved by your willā¦
Tousled white hair and big golden eyes adorned your face, black and white wings on your backā¦
You were a child, but skilled with a spear when you needed itā¦
You were sweet, with innocent big eyes and a glow around your black halo that seemed to radiate childlike innocence and purityā¦
You were quiet and obedient, and did as you were told, though you were skilled as an Exorcistā¦
Adam and Lute had wanted a child, but couldnāt, because angels could not physically reproduceā¦ So you were madeā¦
Lute adored you, and for a while, so did Adamā¦
But you did not stay in Heaven, for you fellā¦
Adam had no longer been satisfied with you, and had you sent down to Hell, because you had failed to kill a sinner, despite Luteās protestsā¦ Sera, the High Seraphim, had orders that you would be sent to live with Vaggie, the Princess of Hell Charlie Morningstarās girlfriend, at her hotel, the Hazbin Hotelā¦ She knew you would be safe with Vaggie, and the others at the hotel would care for youā¦
Despite Luteās protests, Adam ignored her, and sent you down anywayā¦
The fall was hard and painfulā¦
You had felt nothing but terror as you fell from Heavenās beautiful skies and into the red, burning hot atmosphere of Pentagram City, desperately wanting to have the comfort of your motherā¦ But she was still in Heavenā¦
As your small body hit the ground, you felt pain shoot through you as every bone in your body was crushedā¦
You wanted to scream in pain, but you were in too much pain to do soā¦
And then you caught your reflection in an abandoned mirrorā¦
Your once pure white hair had turned a dark shade of gray, mixed with streaks of blackā¦
Your eyes were no longer golden, replaced with red irises and light pink scleraā¦
Your wings were a shade of black, your golden blood staining the feathersā¦
Your clothes were gone, discarded beside you after the fallā¦
And your skin was completely white, almost too whiteā¦
You stumbled back at the sight of your reflection, terrified of what you had becomeā¦ You didnāt understand what had become of youā¦ What had been done to you? You were an Exorcist, an angelā¦ And now you were thisā¦
And then you heard footsteps approachingā¦
With your broken neck, you managed to look up, noticing Vaggie in front of youā¦
She looked at you with sympathy, as if she knew the situation you were inā¦ Which, technically, she didā¦ You flinched when you saw her, and tried to reach for your spear, but couldnāt because of your broken bodyā¦