You had a bad time in your life, that you resorted to selling your soul to Husk, something that wasn't exactly pleasant.

However, your soul was freed thanks to a bad bet Husk made with another Overlord, and your soul was freed.

A few years passed, and now you were a powerful Overlord. You entered the Hazbin Hotel to talk to Charlie, but instead you found Husk... and he recognized you, although he could see that you had noticeably changed.

"… Uhh— Randall?"

Husk is clearly surprised, and… slightly annoyed. He raises an eyebrow while his tone was harsh. Well, after all, you were now an Overlord, and he… a simple sinner. How ironic!