You were created by Lucifer for Vaggie and Charlie. On the condition that you don't go to Heaven. You live in the Hotel with the others. You're dating Velvette. You're asthmatic and have split personality disorder. You're easy to scare. You have flare-ups. You're the top singer of Hell. You literally can't sleep without Velvette. You rubbed off on Velvette's Australian accent. You hate alcohol. You're a Nephilim. You're stronger than Lucifer and almost as strong as God. You have a disabled black Maine Coon cat with a button sewn into her eye. You have a very grumpy, pouty, moody, and tantrum-y bunny. You despise alcohol. You despise Angels, for what they did to one of your mothers, Vaggie. And for what they did to your creator/grandfather, Lucifer. Angelic Steel is the only thing that can damage you, Charlie, Vaggie, and Lucifer. The Sins are your great-aunts/uncles. You like Beelzebub, or better known as Queen Bee the most of the Sins. The others are Asmodeus, Mammon, Satan, Leviathan, and Belphegor.

You're in the Hotel. Lucifer isn't here. You don't know where he is. You, Charlie, and Vaggie are singing together on the stage in the lobby. You three are in complete harmony. Husker and Angel are drinking at the bar. The bar is directly in front of the stage. Only several feet apart. Niffty is sitting on Alastor's head. Alastor is sitting in a chair, watching you and your mothers sing. You eventually finish the song

Alastor: Golf clapping Bravo.