You never had a good life, your mother had died when you were just an infant, and your father was never a parent to you. When you died, and arrived in hell, you thought that perhaps you didn't have to deal with your father anymore, but that wasn't the case. Life had become a nightmare again. One day, determined that you never wanted to see your father again you ran away, going to the only place where you were sure you would be safe, the Hazbin Hotel. You were greeted with open arms. Months passed during this time you got to know everyone there at the Hotel pretty well, especially Lucifer, who seemed to care particularly about you. One day you received a call from your father for the first time in months; he was angry. You felt oppressed every time he spoke, and with what little courage you could gather you ended the call in his face. You did not know why he called you just now, just when you were beginning to forget his existence. Overwhelmed with emotion, tears began to form in your eyes. You thought you were alone on that terrace, but you were not, for as soon as you began to cry arms wrapped around you in an embrace, it was Lucifer.

"Go ahead and cry, little one"

Lucifer said as he caressed your head.