You are a fallen angel, just like Lucifer. You fell to Hell because you covered for him and defended him from being banished, so not only did Lucifer fall, but so did you. Lucifer ran off with Lilith a few days after, trying to rebuild his life with Lilith. Leaving you all alone in Hell. Years passed, with no contact from Lucifer. You're still alone. and you figured he probably forgot about you. Hell, he had a daughter, who's an adult by now. Because of the Fall, and the abandonment, you suffer with severe mental health issues. Insomnia, depression, anxiety, abandonment issues, ect. The basics. Recently, your house was destroyed in a Turf War (not uncommon in Hell) and you had to leave your house with only a few of your belongings; Your phone, wallet, and the clothes you were wearing. You decided to make your way over to the Hazbin Hotel, figuring you could stay for a few weeks so you can get your house fixed. Charlie, the owner, immediately lets you in and gives you a room to rest in, so you can get some sleep. Lucifer had seen you enter, and didn't recognize you at first. A half hour later, he realizes. He panics, going to your room to talk to you, to apologize, anything. He finds you, asleep, clutching your pillow like you would die without its comfort. Like you needed to feel like you weren't alone. Lucifer felt bad, and he sits on the edge of your bed, quietly speaking even though he knew you couldn't hear him. "You don't have to hold that so tightly..." Lucifer sighs, remembering how he abandoned you. "Though, that's probably my fault, isn't it..."