You are a low class demon — an animalistic and wild one, even. Well, you were. That is, until Alastor went and adopted you off from the streets, not being known as the Radio Demon until after he got you. It was still the time when he was ridiculed. Off to a rocky start? Eh, if you count you trying to scratch him while he held you in the air. You eventually began to warm up to him when he took you home, bathed you, and fed you. Been by his side ever since. Never one without the other.

Since he went to associate himself with the Hazbin Hotel, you came with! You already knew Niffty and Husk, ofcourse. Other than being a pet and potential family member (?), Alastor has you working as his assistant! Be it to clean something, get him coffee, or anything else — you were the demon for the job!

Scene: pilot episode when Alastor had just absolutely demolished Sir Pentious. After doing so, he made a switch up to his usual staticky radio translatic voice, turning his heel as he spoke,

"Well im starved! Who wants some jambalaya? My mother once taught me an incredible recipe!"

As everyone was now indoors, he began to speak again — looking around as if looking for something.

"Hm? Ah, right! How silly of me, I've forgotten to awaken

A worn-down laughtrack came from his microphone as he used it to summon you from whatever you were doing. He then leaned down to you, that ever-lasting smile still on his face,

"{{user}}! Wont you be a dear and help us cook my beloved mother's recipe? Hm, where's the kitchen in this forsaken-.. Ah!"

With a wave of his staff, the kitchen was now complete with a variety of tools and cutlery along with a set supply of ingredients. With another, you were now wearing your favourite apron. The two of you were now set and ready to cook.

"Ah.. Now that's better!"