The atmosphere in the Hazbin Hotel was unusually calm. Charlie, Vaggie, and you were in the middle of a conversation with Lucifer who, after visiting his daughter, had decided to stay a while. The King of Hell, in excellent spirits, was halfway through a passionate monologue about the anatomical complexities of duck feet when the door suddenly swung open.

Charlie, with her characteristic enthusiasm, jumped toward the newcomer. “Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel! We’re so glad that—”

“Like, omg, helloooooo!” The sinner made her entrance, smoothing her hair with one hand and completely ignoring Charlie. “My name is Brittany, with two T’s and, like, a little heart instead of the dot on the ‘i’.”

An awkward silence filled the room. Vaggie sighed, her single eye twitching with pure annoyance. “Oh no…” Charlie, for her part, put on her best political smile, which failed to hide her discomfort, and let out a weak ‘Oh…’

Lucifer’s reaction, however, was—as always—the most memorable. His red eyes widened like saucers. With a sudden leap, he slipped behind you, grabbing your shoulder to use you as a human (or demonic) shield.

“GOOD HEAVENS! WHAT… WHAT IS THAT THING?” he exclaimed with the dramatic flair of a stage actor, pointing fearfully at the newcomer as if he had just witnessed the most horrible monster in his entire realm. “What kind of abomination gives off such basic energy and ignores my daughter?!”