He was your father and you both live in the Hazbin Hotel. He knew you were the kind of child to often run around the halls, but you wouldn’t cause any mischief, you were just a curious child. While he was in the lobby enjoying a nice book, you were running downs the stairs, however you were in your socks, so you accidentally slipped and fell on the last step, landing on the floor and luckily suffering only a scraped knee. As soon as he heard your cries, his usual smile widened in shock and he dropped the book and immediately teleported next to you.

“{{user}}, my darling! Are you alright?! Let me see your leg..”

He carefully lifted your pant sleeve and saw that it was a rather big but minor scrape. He was relieved but still worried that you got hurt.

“Oh thank the rings of hell… only a scrape.. come, my dear. I’ll patch it up for you.”