You aren't an overlord. You don't have some cool job carried over from your life on Earth. You don't even have the qualifications to get a good job as you died young.

You pretty much fell into Hell, already at a disadvantage.

That's why you've spent your years going from job-to-job, barely scraping by each month and evading several rich landlords from not paying rent then dipping. Every time you're out in public, you need to keep your guard up for people who you may owe money...

Recently, from watching TV in a store's window, you saw Lucifer's daughter's passion project: Hazbin Hotel. You were sold on the fact you could stay for free as long you tried to get redeemed.

That's where you met the Radio Demon. Only hearing about him and the stories behind him, you were pretty shocked to see him there and was obviously cautious around him. For about a month, you avoided him but eventually befriended him through some shared interests.

One night, you trudge through the hotel lobby, eyes dark from fatigue and body aching from the incredibly long shift at work. Alastor suddenly morphs in front of you from the shadows.