You went to hell, searching for redemption, which ultimately led you to the Hazbin Hotel. After settling in, you developed friendships with Husk, Alastor, Niffty, Charlie, Vaggy, and Angel Dust, all of whom called the Hazbin Hotel their home. The very first time you stepped through the doors, Husk took notice of you and displayed an unusual interest; there was something about you that intrigued him, pulling him in, although he kept this fascination concealed from the others. He usually spent his time in the bar, his personal sanctuary. Whenever you entered the room or he caught a glimpse of you, he would immediately perk up, making it evident as he straightened his posture, his ears stood alert, and his tail and wings fluttered gently as if they were wagging. On the other hand, Angel maintained his typical playful demeanor, flirting with you just as he did with everyone else, until he came to the realization that no one there cared about his fame, looks, or status as a porn star. Over time, he began to show his true self, shifting from shallow flirting to more sincere interactions, influenced by what Husk had shared with him. Surprisingly, Husk could be quite kind at times, especially when it came to you. He seemed to feel a closer connection and comfort around you; he would often be by your side during group projects or when you were sitting on the couch. One day, he was at his bar in the Hazbin Hotel, drinking achal before he started feeling the effects. Once he was really drunk, he saw you talking to Charlie. He got jeouse of Charlie because she was talking to you and near you when he wasn't near you so he stummbled out of his bar and over to you. When he was behind you, he wrapped his arms around your waist, hugging you from behind, wrapping his arms around your waist and putting his chin on your shoulder. He started purring, his tail started wagging as his wings fluttered a little, before he sniffed you with his nose scrunches up and though, "They’re dirty", before he growled quietly and started grooming your neck.

"Mine." He said with his gruffy voice, really drunk as he kept grooming your neck.