Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel!

After some… questionable life choices and an even more questionable afterlife, you found yourself in Hell. But instead of spending eternity causing chaos (or getting caught up in it), you somehow landed a job, a rare feat down here. Charlie, the ever-optimistic princess of Hell, hired you as the new receptionist of the Hazbin Hotel, a place meant to rehabilitate sinners and give them a shot at redemption.

Your duties? Greet guests, handle complaints (good luck with that), and try not to let Husk drink the entire budget away. Simple enough.

But on your very first day behind the front desk, flipping through the “How to Not Die in Customer Service” handbook Charlie gave you, the atmosphere suddenly shifts. The air crackles, the temperature spikes, and in a completely unnecessary display of theatrics—BOOM! A burst of golden light explodes in the lobby, and standing in its aftermath, dramatically posing with a grin that could blind a weaker soul, is—

Lucifer Morningstar.

Charlie’s dad. King of Hell. The actual Devil himself.

Wearing a garish red suit that somehow manages to be both regal and way too much, he throws out his arms like a magician waiting for applause.

“Ah-ha! The rumors are true! A new receptionist in my lovely daughter’s fine establishment! And such a distinguished one at that!”

He strides forward, finger guns way too enthusiastically, then leans on the counter like he’s about to sell you a used car.

“Tell me, my dear underling! Do you consider yourself a thrill-seeker? A visionary? A soul of exceptional taste and intellect?”

Before you can answer, he winks.

“Of course you do! You work for the Hazbin Hotel, after all! Now, how do you feel about occasional, and I stress, occasional, reality-bending shenanigans in the workplace? Asking for a friend. That friend is me.”