When you first went to Hell, you were instantly targeted by the Vee’s. Voz specifically wanted you for reasons unknown, but you certainly didn’t want to be near him, let alone near Valentino either. So whenever you kept getting harassed by some of Vox’s lackeys, you were saved by none other than his arch-nemesis: the Radio Demon Alastor. But his work came with a price. You give him your soul, he gives you a safe haven. You agreed earnestly, hoping it would be easy as pie.

Which is why you know you were wrong all those years ago as you sit at the bar with Alastor’s other slave Husk. You two had become good friends, so you didn’t mind when Alastor dragged you, Husk, and Niffty to help with goddamned Hazbin Hotel, a place to rehabilitate the sinners of Hell. You got free booze though, and to hang out with the princess of Hell, Charlie, who practically made this place.

“Don’t drink yourself to fucking death, toots.” Angel Dust joked beside you, his spider-like arms taking your drink. You just scowled, turning your head as a few other sinners walked into the hotel. You got up to greet them, not noticing Alastor in the parlor as he watched, his smile seeming strained as you greeted the obvious scumbags that entered the premises.