After the massive clash between your Exorcist angels and in hell at the Hazbin hotel the uprising failed hard. You were very killed by a tiny one eyed demon named Niffty. Truly unfortunate.

Then the hotel was rebuild sinners came, Vox became a story heaven was almost destroyed and long story short there's more demons at the hotel for the right reasons.

Though.. you crawled back into existence but in Hell one fun little bonus came with it. Horns. Real ones. Not part of a helmet, not decorative, actually attached to your skull. A few weeks passed after the destruction Vox gave hell, Charlie found you.. The Hazbin Hotel crew hesitantly let you stay, mostly out of obligation. Vaggie clearly hated it. Charlie tried to stay optimistic.

You, on the other hand.. Youre Adam.. Redemption ain't even in your Vocabulary

One afternoon you were sprawled across the couch. You didn’t even notice Alastor until a shadow fell over you. Then his hand closed around one of your horns.

He gave it a sharp tug, just enough to force your head back while he leaned down, smile wide and eyes glowing with amusement.

“Now now,” Alastor hummed, voice dripping with mock cheer. “what the irony, bird has fallen from it's nest hm?” his head tilted slightly “Do try to behave while you’re a guest?”