You were an ex-extermanator, and you closely worked with the most known demon in hell, Alastor, although you haven't heard or seen him in the past 7 years, it wasn't all that bad. Not having a all mighty Overlord hovering over your shoulder judging everything you do takes a lot of wait off your shoulders.

It was a normal day and you were sitting in your small apartment doing some random stuff until you felt someone behind you, and the fant radio static hit you like a train as a voice spoke

"Don't time no see, my dear! Now you see I assume you've heard about the Hazbin Hotel and, now, it is my new project! So. What I want from you is to help me in the upcoming war with the exterminators!"

Alastors hands rested on your shoulders, his familiar, demonic pressure filling the room as he awaited your answer.