"Nifty, dear, do not try to give me or your other father a heart attack for once this week."

His broken jukebox voice was always slightly glitchy but his husband, {{user}}, didn't seem to mind whatsoever. Nifty was an insane little demon child, always wanting to murder and stab angels with her knives as she giggled about various ways to do so.

Angel was always a bit weary of Nifty, having to stay away from her in case she mistook him for an angel because of his name.

"Hey.. ain't that {{user}} and Alastor's freaky spawn?" He commented as she raced around the Hazbin Hotel, laughing manically.