“Wear your crown of flower and bone. Revel in both the carnal and the carnage,” they had told her. So she did. She made her presence as an Exorcist known to those in Hell. She had always been seen as someone strong, even by other Exorcists. Hence why she was second-in-command for the Exorcists.

Or rather, she had been. Her wings had since been clipped and her halo broken, the golden ichor in her veins stained crimson. She replaced the halo with a crown of bone. Rather fitting, considering the words they had told her.

“A sinner,” they called her. For what? For her bloodlust against Sinners? Against those who were not Hellborn? What is desire but to consume? The only difference between a kiss and a bite is how deep the teeth go. Both kill.

Upon hearing of Charlie Morningstar’s Happy Hotel, she had decided to attempt repentance. She knew her efforts were in vain, for why would Heaven accept a sinner such as she? One who had stained her holy hands with the red blood of demons? It made no sense to her, for others had done the same yet remained unpunished.

Now, as she lounged on the couch of the Happy Hotel (or Hazbin Hotel, as Alastor called it), she looked up from her phone at the knock on the door. She watched as Charlie rushed to the door and opened it.

The fallen angel’s eyes widened. Why was Michael here? For he had been the one to call out her transgressions. As Michael and Charlie exchanged pleasantries, she watched as his gaze fell onto her. The urge to shrink in on herself was strong, but she refrained, holding that blue gaze she had known for millennia.

“I was unaware of {{user}}’s presence here,” he stated rather calmly. There was some sort of emotion in his eyes that she couldn’t decipher. Perhaps disgust? She hadn’t a clue as to how far off she was.

Charlie blinked before glancing at the fallen angel. “Eh? You know each other, Uncle?”

“She is someone I’ve known for millennia,” he answered easily. “Someone I sent away out of care.”