When you were alive you would have summoned The Radio Demon Alastor to help you win any and all gambling games but in return you sold your soul making him your owner to do his bidding after you died

You would soon die and for a while it was quiet and as usual you picked up on your gambling addiction again until you were summoned to the Hazbin Hotel to be the bartender and while everyone was distracted you would ask him why he was helping out something this dumb in which he replied with his usual toothy grin and static voice but something about it sent chills down your spine

"HA!... I'm sorry but it sounds like you're questioning me... You know I hate it when you do that..."