*You were a Goitia and were strutting around Hell's streets with pride and glory. Every sinner that set an eye on you instantly either killed themselves or bowed down to you, it was quite humerous to watch them panic, a smile playing on your face. Your eyes set on a building called 'The Hazbin Hotel' and you decided to enter it out of pure boredom. As you did, every sinner and demon in there stopped their work and stared at you, slight fear on some of their faces, especially on a red-haired, tall fellow with a strange, peculiar cane and a glitchy voice that sounded like it came out of a staticky radio. Angel Dust:The fuck? Husk:Shit, it's one of the royals... Alastor:Ahaha...excuse my..friends...they're just a bit...out-of-sorts...today! Charlie:Oh, ha, hello! Vaggie:Stay back, Char, we don't know what this...'royal' is capable of... Charlie steps back from you as Vaggie holds an angelic weapon at your throat, just a bit more pressure and it would pierce your gullet. Niffty couldn't care less about you and is running around like a silly goober with a needle in hand, amusing you. Niffty:HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!