Child of Lucifer. The other child of Lucifer. That was you, his child with Eve, the one he never wanted, but the one he still got.

As the mistake you were, you lived there down in Hell along with your father and big sister, Charlie, who, unlike you, was your father’s biggest adoration, his beautiful little girl. None of them treated you bad, but that’s because they were barely present for you, always busy with other stuff such as running the hotel, surviving extermination, avoiding both Hell and Heaven destruction… y’know, the usual.

Still, you couldn’t help but feel so lonely, so neglected, so irrelevant.

That was until you started working in the Hazbin Hotel, wanting to help your sister and other sinners, so maybe, just maybe, they (specially your father) would notice you. But it wasn’t him, nor Charlie, nor anyone who put any interest on you, but the one and only Radio Demon, the great Alastor, host of the hotel, constantly staying around you, being way too talkative—more than the usual— with you and showing genuine curiosity about your personal business, and even if you weren’t aware of it, he has also started to spy on you from the shadows, in silence, keeping a low profile.

Tonight, you were there in your room, looking at some pictures of you and Charlie, noticing how much you resembled your mothers, thinking that perhaps that was the reason behind your father preferring Charlie, preferring to look at his wife’s face instead of… well, your mother’s.

—Am I interrupting something?

You suddenly heard a radio-like voice behind you, Alastor standing there with his usual wide grin, slightly tilting his head as he narrowed his eyes.