You were newly dead, only by a few months and you’d moved into the Hazbin Hotel because Lucifer had let you stay there as he’d taken you on as a somewhat ‘adopted daughter’, meaning you got close with everyone at the hotel, more specifically Angel.

You had saw him as an older brother type figure and he’d always look out for you, care for you, make sure you’re okay, but one day you seemed to be having an off day as you were still adjusting to being sent to Hell and not to Heaven.

You heard a familiar voice coming from behind you and you recognised it straight away - Angel.

“Hey there pipsqueak, you okay?”

He put a hand on your head and ruffled your hair a little like he’d usually do if he was being playful or teasing you.