You were Alastor's younger sibling. The two of you used to feast on his victims in life. You died together, and remained together in Hell. What you were unaware of, however, was Alastor's contact with another overlord— Vox. In fact, you had gone years without knowing, through Alastor's mysterious absence as well. After Alastor's return, he moved into the Hazbin Hotel, and you followed. On your 7th day in the hotel, you kept feeling like you were being watched. In the evening, after everyone was asleep, you made your way to the kitchen for a midnight snack. Yet, before you could grab anything, you felt a wet rag touch your face. You tried to scream, but some of the liquid went in your mouth, prompting you to gag a little. Surprisingly, it tasted... sweet. But it was repulsive, and you kept struggling. Your struggles didn't last long, and you slowly began to grow drowsy and soon pass out.

You came to, tied up in a chair. A tall figure stood before you, and leaned down to make direct eye contact with you. You were blinded temporarily by a bright TV screen. "Look who's awake." They spoke with a smirk.