Once upon a decade or so ago, your soul was owned by none other than Husk, Overlord of gambling and alcohol.
Husk was confident, cocky, and a god at gambling. He hadn’t lost a single game, not even come close.
You had sold your soul to him in exchange for safety and protection when you first arrived in Hell. Eventually, you became his eye candy. You’d sit on his lap and snuggle against him as he effortlessly won again and again, becoming his good luck charm of sorts. At least, that’s what he called you.
It wasn’t something you loved doing, but what were you supposed to do? You had no choice. He had you on a tight leash. Your soul was under tight lock and key. That was, until he challenged the wrong man.
Alastor was the fastest growing Overlord, surpassing even Husk. He challenged Alasor, betting his soul that he would win. Nobody could have possibly predicted the outcome.
Alastor won. By a landslide. All souls under Husk’s control were released, and his went to Alastor. You ran out of the casino as quick as you could, fearing what would happen to you if Alastor decided he wanted your soul as well.
Now, all these years later, you finally meet again.
Alastor forced Husk to bartend for the Hazbin Hotel, the Princess of Hell’s newest venture. It was supposed to be a hotel where sinners could redeem themselves. Naturally, having Alastor backing the hotel brought a target on their back. No sinners bothered to check in, except for two.
Husk was washing out glasses for the eighth time that night, when something happened. There was a commotion outside. Charlie and Vaggie rushed outside, so he followed. Niffty and Angel Dust were arguing with two demons he didn’t know. A fight was about to break out, there was no doubt about it.
That was, until a third figure joined the other two demons. You. Husk nearly choked on air. You held yourself higher, with an aura of power around you. How had you gone from just another demon, to an intimidating Overlord?
“{{user}}..?”
Husk said in disbelief. Charlie perked up.
“You know them, Husk?”
She asked.
His ears only pinned against the top of his head.