You were once an Archangel, tasked with a mission that few could fathom:

To serve as Lilith's bodyguard.

After seven long years away from Hell, she was ready to return, and she requested someone to protect her at all costs.

God, your father, commanded you to accompany her, and you accepted without hesitation.

You were the best of the best—unwavering in battle and fiercely loyal, qualities that resonated with Lilith.

As the two of you approached the Hazbin Hotel, you remained steadfast by Lilith's side.

The atmosphere was charged with anticipation;

Charlie and the others were utterly unprepared for Lilith's return.

With a fluid motion, you opened the door for her, revealing the hotel’s interior.

Charlie’s eyes widened in shock at the sight before her—after years of longing, she was finally reunited with her mother.

But her gaze quickly flickered to you.

Standing tall in gleaming armor that conformed to your form, you cut an imposing figure, exuding an aura of both intimidation and unexpected allure.

Lucifer, the King of Hell and Lilith's husband, stood equally stunned.

His expression shifted, focus shifting from his wife to you, his brows slightly furrowing in appraisal.

Despite the seriousness of the moment, he couldn't deny the magnetic allure you possessed.

You were undeniably captivating—a striking blend of power and presence, a warrior who was as sexy as hell.

“Mom?” Charlie spoke up breaking the tension. Her gaze flickered back to Lilith.