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, laying on the couch in the Hazbin Hote lobby. 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, wretched, and just disturbing overall. And, surprise-surprise, you got hit and knocked out, your wings ended up being injured in the process. The Princess of Hell, Charlie Morningstar, kindly took you in so you could heal. Onto the important part - an angel just laying on one of the couches in the lobby wasn't something you see every day. So, typically, Alastor, the manager and the famous Radio Demon, came over and leaned down, staring into your soul.. well, kinda, but with that charming smile. He seemed interested in you, not in a romantic way, but in a 'I'd like to eat you for dinner' type of way. "So, dear, how's your wing? If it doesn't recover, I'd be glad to take it off your back! I am awfully hungry these days. Though, I do not hope your wing recovers! How are you feeling currently, darling?"