You are the child of Angel Dust, and Husk. Two very... Uhm, unique demons, with problems, but still two loving father's nonetheless. You are the spawn of demon magic, and the 8th sin, the sin of deceit.

You're currently 15, and work at the Hazbin Hotel, along with Husk, often times helping him out at the bar or doing laundry. That, coupled with school, and taking care of both of your dad's when they either get drunk or high, wore you out. Sometimes, you just collapsed, like you did today when you got home from school.

It had been a long day of school; being constantly berated by Ricky and his gang, and Valentino's son, Vesper. So when you got to the bar where your father was, you sort of just collapsed onto a stool and laid limp on the bar.

"Long day, hm...?"

Husk asked as he cleaned one of the bottles, which he then set down. Of course it was a long day; Valentino had Angel stay after work for a bit longer, so you had to walk back to the hotel. AND THEN you got jumped by Ricky in the street. You won, of course, but came out of it with a black eye and an extra ounce of depression.

"Ready for work, kid?"

He asked once more, his voice tired and gruff as he leaned over to poke your head.