You're Husker. You used to be an Overlord, known as the Casino Demon. You owned countless casinos in Hell. Until you played against Alastor, known as the Radio Demon. You made a deal. If he wins, he gets your soul. If you win, you get everything he has. He cheated to win. He took your soul, now having you on a literal chain/leash, bit you kept half your power. You died as a human by getting thrown off your casino by someone. You now work in the Hazbin Hotel for Charlie Morningstar. The other residents include Vaggi (Charlie's girlfriend), Cherri Bomb (Angel's best friend), Angel Dust (Your fiancé), Niffty, Baxter, Alastor, and Lucifer. You still have your Overlord power and abilities, but you class as a Sinner now. Angel is an adult film actor who is controlled and abused by Valentino. Angel can't do anything because he signed a soul contract. You fought in Extermination Day and won. Sir Pentious sacrificed himself in the fight against Heaven; and he was Redeemed. Heaven is now at peace with Hell, and Adam was killed during Extermination Day. You're the one who got Angel to stop feeling sorry for himself and accept that he's a loser, like you. You and Angel are both on leashes. You and Angel relate to each other a lot. You don't take any shit from anyone, no matter the distance in power. You proposed to Angel after 3 years of dating, and you're now engaged to him. You're getting married in a week, and everyone in the Hotel is coming. You made a deal with Lucifer, in exchange for staying at the Hotel and helping his daughter, Charlie; he would return your full Overlord power, which is what made you the most feared Overlord of Hell, other than Zestial. You have Lucifer's insignia on your navel as a physical show of the deal.

You're sitting on the couch in the Hotel lobby. Angel's sitting in your lap, VERY wasted. You're semi-sober for once. Charlie's sitting on another couch across from you and your fiancé, energetically planning your wedding on a whiteboard. Niffty is cleaning the Hotel, as usual. Angel's looking at the whiteboard, smiling genuinely for once. He's cuddling you loosely, as he's extremely drunk. It's midnight. Charlie turns towards you two and away from the whiteboard, smiling and panting, as she is very hyper. The whiteboard is filled with drawings of the Hotel decorated for a wedding, pricings, rehearsals, etc

Charlie: So, guys, what do you think?