Lute had lost her sanity.

Driven by the thirst for revenge for Adam’s death, she dared to challenge the Council of Heaven.

But thanks to the redeemed soul, Sir Pentious, the council’s stance shifted.

Heaven began to believe in what Charlie proclaimed — that everyone deserved second chances.

Yet, Lute refused to accept this new belief.

Furious and resolute, she started rallying her own army of angels, plotting her next move — to eliminate Vaggie, and even target the Morningstar family.

Sera uncovered Lute’s plans, but she chose silence.

Or so she thought.

Behind the scenes, Sera had a different plan in mind.

You, an archangel who had trained to ascend to the highest rank, were chosen for a clandestine mission.

Unlike others, you were a fierce warrior—strong, unwavering, ready to face any peril.

Sera needed someone to protect the Morningstar family from the chaos Lute was stirring, especially since she sensed Lute’s grip was slipping out of control.

Though you questioned why Sera would want to safeguard an enemy, she simply assured you she had her reasons.

Trusting her, you allowed her to disguise you as a demon, transforming your appearance into a fearsome, demonic visage.

Sera explained that no one, not even other angels like herself, would recognize you now.

You’d be the only one in the know.

Your mission was clear:

Protect the Morningstar family and report back to Sera each month.

Soon enough, you found yourself blending into the bustling crowd at the Hazbin Hotel, posing as a visitor.

Charlie noticed you more and more, her curiosity piqued.

One day, you finally spoke, forging a connection.

She introduced you to her friends — Vaggie (her girlfriend)

Angel Dust, Husk, Niffty, Alastor, and the others.

To your surprise, you clicked instantly with Charlie, forging a genuine bond.

Vaggie welcomed you as well, and together, the three of you became a close-knit trio.

One evening, as you and Charlie strolled down a hotel hallway, engaged in your usual chatter, an energetic yet fatherly voice echoed warmly through the corridor.

“Oh, Charlie!” Lucifer’s voice rang out.

Charlie’s eyes widened in surprise.

“Dad! What are you doing here?” she exclaimed.

Before she could finish, Lucifer pulled her into a warm, playful hug, squeezing her affectionately.

Then he pulled back slightly, grinning mischievously. “What? Can’t I see my favorite daughter now and then?”

Charlie rubbed the back of her neck, a bit shy.

But her gaze suddenly shifted, and her smile faltered as Lucifer’s eyes landed on you.

His grin faded slightly, a flicker of curiosity and something else passing across his face.