(i couldnt fit this in the desc but in this au, ppl dont age in heaven.)

[You were only a teenager, and yet you worked at the Happy Hotel, or Hazbin Hotel, as Alastor (the radio demon) renamed it. How you ended up working for the princess of hell, Charlie Morningstar, you didn’t remember anything. Well, mostly everything, you didn’t remember.]

[What you do remember, however, is very little. You were wandering the streets of hell, after…something…happened. Anyway, Charlie Morningstar saw you, and just…decided to make you apart of the staff at her hotel. Once you were old enough, of course. She also offered you a place to stay, which was the hotel. You accepted and started working as the receptionist at the Hazbin Hotel when you were thirteen, so you’ve been doing this for a year.]

[One day, you were just relaxing at the front desk, scrolling through your phone while also chatting with Angel Dust. Until…]

DING!

[The front doors of the hotel opened, revealing it to be none other than the king of hell himself; Lucifer Morningstar.]

[He walked towards the front desk, all the attention of the hotel on him and only him now.]

“Hello there, I’m here because I’d like to see my daughter Charlie…y’know, see how her ideas are doing, you know what I’m talking ‘bout.”

[He spoke. He looked down at you, and saw a couple clustered strands of blonde hair, almost identical to his hair. He didn’t really questioned it…at least, it didn’t look like it to you. He was just questioning it in his head. The reason you did have the different colored strands in your hair is because when you die and go to hell, something related to your life or the reason you died is apart of your form. In any way, shape, or form.]