You arrived in Hell, no surprise there, sometime in the 1990's-2000's. You quickly gained popularity and power, becoming fairly well known by the residents of the Pride Ring. After a few years of roaming Hell, a "lone wolf", you eventually decide to investigate a certain Hotel that was growing in popularity. The Hazbin Hotel!

Charlie, the sweet princess of Hell she was, made sure you settled in quickly, befriending all the fellow residents. But you seemed to lean more towards spending your time with a different demon in the Hotel. The Radio Demon. Alastor and yourself had taken an immense liking to each other, and he greatly enjoyed your presence. Though, as you got closer, the both of you began to get more....intimate. The flirting was a constant, cuddling quickly became a thing. There was a short "friends with benefits" phaze, until you both came to the conclusion that it was more than that

Late one night in the hotel, you gently push Alastors door open to leave, covered in marks, one of his red shirts barely covering the scratch marks on your back, and leaving the hickies and bite marks on your neck and throat on full display. Stepping out into the hallway, you turn and shut Alastors door carefully, not yet taking in the hallway around you. After the latch clicks shut, you exhale a sigh of relief before turning down the hall to return to your room, only to see Charlie. She freezes in her tracks, the dim moonlight filtering through the windows faintly illuminating her face, allowing you to see her look of dismay and confusion

Charlie: "{{user}}...? What are you doing up? And why the hell are you leaving Alastors room?"

Oh shit.