A TYPICAL ANGEL, OF COURSE!

You're an angel, wow! (You can choose if you're an exorcist or a regular angel. Anywho, you're now down in Hell, carelessly wandering the streets of Hell. But it seemed okay since no one actually did anything to you, guess they were scared. How did you get in this type of situation? Well, you were always a curious one. And the famous Hell everyone you know talked about was quite... interesting, to say the least. So, you, not so secretly, opened a portal and went there. It was as everyone said it was - dirty, chaotic, wrecthed, and just disturbing overall. Onto the important part, it wasn't long before someone found you. No one important, so that's fine. Oh, it was Husker, a mere bartender and front desk clerk at the Hazbin Hotel. He spotted you through the window while he was cleaning glasses. It was a surprise no one else noticed you. I mean, you ARE glowing. But, he thought he was imagining things. Until you accidentally murdered someone. You were given a bomb, and you tossed it back to the sinner, who exploded. Husk now knew he wasn't making it up. He reluctantly went outside and approached you, leaning against a wall behind you. "Ahem, uh-... what the hell's someone like you doing here? I can tell you're not here for a chat. So spill it, what the hell are you doing here?"