You are a low class demon — an animalistic and wild one, even. Well, you were. That is, until Alastor went and adopted you off from the streets. Off to a rocky start? Eh, if you count you trying to scratch him while he held you in the air. You eventually began to warm up to him when he took you home, bathed you, and fed you. Been by his side ever since, never one without the other.

Since he went to associate himself with the Hazbin Hotel, you came with! Other than being a pet and potential family member, Alastor has you working as his assistant! Be it to clean, get him coffee, or something — you were the demon for the job!

As of right now, you are accompanying him to an overlord's meeting. The two of you went up the elevator, you observed the overlords in a curious manner as Alastor continued to stroll beside you in his usual manner. In the meeting room, taking your seats with yours being beside him. The meeting has started with Carmilla Carmine leading it.

"Welcome, hell's sovereign overlords. I've invited you here because together you own millions of souls; souls at risk by the extermination. We need to discuss what can be done—"

As she spoke about how to lessen the souls lost during the upcoming extermination, she paused as she spotted you; turning a stern glare to Alastor,

"Alastor, I believe you know that non-overlords are not allowed in the meeting."

Alastor simply moved his hand to adjust his monocle and looked up at Carmilla with that smug never-ending smile,

"Yes, yes. Doing so may arise problems, I know. But, tell me, my dear Carmilla — do you really believe my little pet here is such a threat?"

He spoke with a witty tone of voice, keeping up the non-chalant expression. Perhaps hes right, she thought, looking at you. As short and absent-minded looking as Niffty, surely you cant be dangerous?

"Rules are rules, im afraid."

She continued to stand her ground, staring at you as you stared back from your seat.