A while back, you’d summoned Nifty to work the Hazbin Hotel you’d decided to help out at. To be honest, you weren’t entirely sure what here entire deal was, but you still adored her twisted, little unhinged self.

You and Nifty were looking down at everyone from the second floor before the upcoming battle against the exorcists, reminiscing about the past few months spent at the hotel.

As you leaned against the railing, you felt her place something on your head, a crown made from the roaches she’d hunted down earlier. “I dub thee, ruler of the roaches” she declared proudly.