The hotel was falling apart.

Alastor and Husk quit, Vaggie and Charlie’s relationship went through a rough patch, Angel Dust had just found out he was the ‘accidental informant’ from the hotel to the Vees, and their power was continuously rising by the second.

You knew. So did your ‘mother,’ Lilith. Though, you both remained in Heaven.

You weren’t biological. A gift—perhaps—sent from Heaven to Lucifer during his temptation to fall for Lilith. This didn’t stop him, and they eventually were kicked from Heaven and into the arms of the void below. Lilith thrived. Lucifer, not so much. You were heartbroken—you loved your father though he had ignored you. Though, you did what you felt best, and you fell as you found confidence in what he did was right.

They ignored you.

After the birth of Charlie, you were left alone—you grew colder and envious. Your thoughts became more impure. It was harder to handle.

Seven years before the hotel opened, Lilith seemed to vanish. So did you. Both to Heaven, though Charlie nor Lucifer were informed. Both lost, confused, and yearning.

Once you were informed the situation of the hotel and the war that Vox imposed upon Heaven, you began to consider. It was a power move—if you were to go down there and show your presence. Reminded you of your dad, though. Eugh.

Eventually, you made up your mind.