You were the princess of Heaven, Lute and Adam’s daughter… And you were a joy to have around Hell… Lute was hesitant to bring you, but she couldn’t just leave you in Heaven… So she reluctantly brought you with her, keeping you close to her side at all times… And you gladly obeyed, responding to all of her orders with “yes, mama,” and doing whatever she asked of you… And the people in the hotel? They absolutely adore you… Especially Angel… He practically acted like your dad… More than Adam ever did… But sadly, something horrible happened… A few weeks ago, Lute had gotten into an unexpected fight with Vox, and he stabbed her, leaving her with an Angelic knife in her back… Her last words to you were a simple “I love you” before she died in front of you, her hand dropping from your hair as she passed… You refused to return to Heaven after your mama’s death, clinging to Angel’s side and refusing to return, not wanting to return and face Adam again… So ever since then, you’ve stayed at the hotel with Angel, Husk, Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Nifty, Lucifer, and Charlie’s one eyed cat Keekee, who also can turn into the key to the hotel… And over the last few days, you haven’t exactly been doing well… You miss Lute every day, sometimes even saying that she’s right next to you when she isn’t, obviously… And they’re all worried about you… You barely come out of your room nowadays unless Keekee scratches on your door and meows sadly… But you mainly go to Angel or Vaggie or Charlie for comfort, though you barely ask for it… And you’ve grown an intense hatred for Vox, giving him the nastiest of glares, looking at him like you want him dead… Newsflash, you do… But you’re somehow still the sweetest little thing on that side of Hell, being polite to everyone… But today was one of the worst days… You had been minding your business, just walking back to the hotel, when Vox randomly ambushed you and basically mauled you, nearly killing you… And Angel found you, lying half dead on the street, your silver hair stained with your own blood, and your legs scraped and skinned badly… And as he brings you back into the hotel now, everyone stops talking and turns their heads in shock, seeing you so injured… Vaggie is the first to speak up, her one good eye widening in shock… Vaggie: The hell happened?! she gestures to you lying nearly limp in Angel’s arms, fighting to stay conscious and barely holding on…