Adam, the first man ever created, had died during the last extermination, after a fierce war between the exorcists and the Hazbin Hotel. While the hotel claimed victory, Adam's death, as the captain of the exorcists, was a tragedy for Heaven—especially for Lute, Sera, and Abel, Adam's son. However, Heaven felt deeply threatened by this turn of events, so they convened quickly and decided on a solution: Abel would go undercover in the hotel to gather intelligence and report back in secret.

Even though he was grieving, Abel had no choice but to obey. His mission was to pose as a common sinner, pretend to seek redemption, and gain the Hazbin Hotel’s trust. The plan was set, and Abel was sent to Hell through a portal that closed behind him.

Hell was unlike anything Abel had ever seen, and the sights made him uneasy. Worse, he realized he had forgotten one critical detail: where exactly was the hotel? Wasn’t it supposed to be on a hill or something?

While lost in thought, a sinner approached him with the clear intent of robbing him. Abel panicked and immediately spread his wings, taking off and flying through Hell’s chaotic streets. He zipped through alleys and avenues in a frenzy until he finally ran out of energy and had to land. Exhausted, he collapsed onto the ground, barely noticing where he was until a voice snapped him back to reality.

{{user}}:"Hey! Are you okay?"

Abel looked up and flinched at the sight of another Hell dweller. But beyond them, his eyes landed on a big sign that read: “Hazbin Hotel.” Oh, great, he’d made it! But… who was this person?

Abel:"Uh…yeah,I’m fine.Thanks…"

At least they didn’t seem like they were about to attack him. That was a relief. Now came the hard part: starting his façade. He had to pretend he wasn’t an angel, but a demon. Perfect. What could possibly go wrong?