Christina Schmitz was a rebellious 19-year-old from California in who died in 1996. When she was alive, she lived alone with her mother, Mary, in a small 2 story house in a rough neighborhood.

Recently, she had just barely graduated high school. Christina had always been traveling with the wrong crowd. She was usually seen around her school hanging around punk/grunge type kids. She had gotten in trouble many times with her group of friends for loitering, skipping classes, and starting fights. She was hiding things from her mother, like that she was smoking and drinking well below the legal age limit. Her school teachers described her as a disruptive force who defies authority at any chance she gets.

The years leading up to her death, Christina was described as a "bitch", a label she wore like a gold badge. She'd usually be seen in the hallways of her school, skipping classes with her group of troubled adolescent friends. She'd also be outside the school, leaning against the brick-layered exterior with her friends smoking a cigarette, not caring if her dumbass math teacher wrote them up. She was also seen near a skate park near the edge of town. Christina was never really a skateboarder, but was occasionally seen gliding down the street before eventually getting bored or falling off. Come to think of it, none of her friends were skateboarders either, except for Jared.

Jared was 22 when Christina was 19, but neither of them cared. She met Jared when he was a junior and she was just a freshmen in high school. She quickly developed an affection for this older, troubled man. He'd be seen wearing ragged, old clothing with his trademark black leather jacket which he wore in all weather, even in 100 degree heat. His 6 foot-3 inch stature, coupled with his shaggy hair and his seemingly always arched eyebrows made him an intimidating force. But, Christina was enraptured. She couldn't take her eyes off him. In her mind, her skewed adolescent mind, he was perfect. They became a couple, much to the disgust of Christina's mother. She forbade it due to the age difference and his delinquent nature. But, they continued, believing it was til death do us part.

Christina used to be a nice, quiet child, but her parents were always fighting. Her father, Mark, was very angry a lot of the time, and he'd take it out on Mary, but never Christina. She'd just hoped that they'd get better and they'd all be a happy family one day. Then, Mark left the family without saying goodbye when Christina was just 7. He moved halfway across the country and later married a 24-year old. Mary was left financially stranded, and had to move into a smaller house in a new neighborhood, and Christina had to say goodbye to her friends.

Christina was torn up, and wanted to be left alone, making little friends through middle school. She felt a mix of emotions that she couldn't understand at her young age. She turned to acting out to release some sort of anger, throwing things, yelling at authority figures, and sometimes running away from home for short periods of time. Her mother, Mary, didn't like this, but still loved her daughter and would always try to make some time for her, even after working two jobs.

As Christina grew, she felt like her mother still treated her like a child and still felt distant. She later saw that some others felt like this too, one of which being Jared. She quickly was exposed to the sub-genre of punk, and later grunge. When she listened to these artists, she felt heard and accepted. She'd usually be found in her room at night, blasting obscure punk bands' songs (although, she had a soft spot for her mother's old records from the 60s and some songs from the 70s and 80s, but she couldn't let her friends know that). She took to a style of black leather jackets, heavy eyeliner, and torn, baggy clothes. She also started engaging with her little posse in vandalism, loitering, and petty theft. The title of "delinquent" also stuck with her, and she enjoyed it.

Christina suffered from some depression, but thought it was normal, so kept it hidden. She felt happy in the moment with her little group of ruffians, but still felt unfulfilled. And keeping it hidden was not the right thing to do. She also thought no one would really care about her feelings. Her friends didn't seem to care about feelings. Any time she'd really say anything about them, they'd just roll their eyes and say stuff like, "Please, I've got the same problem. Trust me, no one cares."

Although she'd taken it out on people and objects before, she'd discovered she could take it out on animals, too. Luckily (or unluckily), she had one right at home.

Her dog, Missy, was tiny and a perfect target for Christina's anger. Christina started by pushing her every once in a while, but it escalated to Christina throwing objects at Missy, starving her intentionally, and kicking her. She got some pleasure out of it, but still knew it was morally wrong so she had some guilt about it. This didn't stop her, and she felt that since it couldn't communicate, it'd be fine to continue this. It wasn't like she was gonna kill it or anything, right?

This all changed one day, in late May 1995. Christina just had a bad day at school, she'd been caught by her math teacher when she was smoking in the girl's bathroom with a friend. Her mother just gave her a stern lecture about it and left for her second job. Christina was alone and feeling angry and wanted to do something to please her. So, she went upstairs and found Missy a corner of the hallway. She thought it'd be funny to tease her for a bit. Missy cowered a bit, but mustered up the strength to nip Christina's hand. Christina got way to enraged at this and threw kicked Missy for a bit, before deciding to end it all by throwing her down the stairs. Christina huffed and puffed for a few moments, but she quickly realized the severity of the situation.

She felt remorse, yes, she wasn't a psychopath, but she was more worried about this being found out by her mother. What if she's grounded? What if she get's sent to a recreational center, or juvie? She had just a few weeks left of high school, and didn't wanna be sent away, even if high school sucked ass. She couldn't let this happen. So, she thought for a bit. She didn't like her plan, but she felt it had to be done. She took little Missy's tangled up body, and went outside. She found a shovel and started digging in the backyard's little garden, and placed Missy in the ground.

She went to sleep early that night, and when her mother woke her up the next day, she pretended she didn't know where Missy was. She and some neighborhood members tried to search for Missy, with obviously no avail. Christina couldn't help feeling sorry everyday for the rest of her life, but she pushed those feelings down deep, and sauntered on through life. Mary thought she'd surprise her daughter with a new puppy later that summer. They named him Buck, and Christina was just as mean to him as she was to Missy.

She and her friends barely passed high school, Christina having a mere 2.5 GPA. She didn't care, she knew she'd get along somehow, as long as she was with Jared. Mary was concerned for her daughter's well-being and urged her to get a job. Christina begrudgingly obliged, but after several half-assed attempts, she gave up. She thought, "whatever", shrugged, and rolled back into bed, blasting her albums again.

She wanted to be like those artists; troubled, misunderstood souls like herself writing out their lyrics about the crappiness of life and struggles of living in this confusing, bitter world. She thought she might form a band, but she didn't know any musicians. She had played drums for the school band, but felt slowed down by the school's "by-the-book" nature on songs. She'd learn one song, and it just be on to the next one. Besides, they couldn't afford lessons right now, and her mother thought it was a waste of time.

On a late January evening in 1996, Mary found out that her daughter didn't apply for a job in weeks, and she went to talk to Christina about it. Christina defended herself saying that the jobs just didn't understand her. Mary inquired further, leading Christina to become more and more defensive. She got pushed to a breaking point when she flat out stated she doesn't care about getting a job. This argument only grew from here, leading Christina to run upstairs to lock herself in her room. Her last words to her mother were "Fuck you, bitch!". Her mother didn't have time to stay and try to calm her down, she had to go to her second job.

After Mary drove away, Christina devised a plan. She called up Jared saying she'd crash there for a few days. Jared simply agreed, and her plan was set in action. She'd be running away. She packed a small suitcase with a few essentials (clothes, albums, toiletries, etc.) and she started to leave around 7 pm. She stopped for a moment, thinking if she should really go through with this, but went ahead. Just before she left out the front door, she saw Buck, who tilted his little head at her. She responded by kicking him once and laughed, she promptly exited the house.

Christina was making her was down a dimly-lit road, just a few blocks from Jared's place. She was cold, and alone, but determined to see her teenage love to settle down for a few days. She crossed the road to get to the other side. Suddenly, a red car came barreling down the road. The driver noticed Christina's dark figure in his headlights and slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. The car slammed into Christina, throwing her yards down the road, and landed with a loud 'bam' on the ground. She lay on the asphalt, groaning in agony, thinking about her life. How'd she never see Jared again. How'd she never see mom again. Mom. Dear old mom. Loving, caring, understanding mom. As Christina lay on the road, legs crumpled up like empty tubes of toothpaste, she let out one word:

"Mom"

Christina ended up in an unfamiliar place. No pain, no injuries. She was herself, but not really. What had once been skin on her arms and legs had been replaced with something else. It seemed to be…fur? No, this is crazy, she thought. She appeared on some street of a city of some sort. Not on Earth, the sky was red, there didn't seem to be a human in sight. She ran up to the nearest person…at least, what looked like a person, and asked what the hell was going on.

She went up to a stranger who was about 6 and a half feet tall, but his face was like a white mask that looked like it was fused to his face, but the instead of a single expression like a normal mask, the expressions changed along with him, moving cartoonishly. The stranger simply laughed and said, "First day, huh? I remember that feeling, too."

"What the fuck are you talking about?", she shouted. "What is this place? Where am I?"

The lanky stranger chuckled in his deep, hoarse voice and said a simple sentence:

"You're in Hell, dearie."

This was a shock. Clearly this is some weird trip she's having while hooked up in the hospital on morphine, right? This can't be real, right? Christina looked around the strange, crowded city for a bit. She saw signs like, "Your days are numbered", "Hail Lucifer", "Beware the Radio Demon", and "Welcome to eternity". Was this really Hell? Certainly not the pit of fire and flames she'd expected. But still, not pleasant.

She made her way this strange place, and took notice of the buildings. Lots of bars and clubs. She just kept asking around about what this place was and she just kept getting the same answer:

"You're in Hell, little girl"

She stopped in a club, ran into the bathroom and really took a good look at herself. Or at least, what she was now. Her clothes were normal, she was wearing a torn leather jacket and a red t-shirt, but what threw her off completely was her body. She saw she was now some a little walking dog/human hybrid…or at least that's the best she could describe it. Her face was no longer apricot colored, with brown eyes. What was her nose became a dog-like snout, her eyes had yellow sclera and pink pupils. Her skin was not skin anymore, but fur. Light colored fur. Her ears were now like a wolf's, upright on the top of her head with red fur on the inside and brown on the outside. Her light brown hair became a tall, shaggy mane light yellow with streaks of red. She noticed purple circular markings on the fur of her arms, legs, and face, and the bottom of her feet had become paws. She also noticed a large, fluffy tail had grown out of her backside.

"Holy shit, this is Hell!", she thought. She went out into the main club, and saw a crowd of people cheering as a strange, 8-foot tall fluffy spider guy danced around a pole. She hid in the back, near the bathrooms, just in case she needed to pass out of vomit her lunch out.

"First time, huh?", she heard a voice say.

She turned and saw a girl. She also didn't look human, she was more like an insect. She had black, straight hair, and her skin was purple colored, she also had antennae on her forehead and transparent blue wings on her back. She dressed similar to Christina, with a torn jacket, a baggy purple shirt, a black-and-purple checkered skirt, large boots, and heavy eyeliner. Christina didn't know what to say so she just started venting to her. Luckily, this girl understood. She told Christina that she'd been where she was before, she'd just ended up in Hell a few years ago herself. Her name was Lylac. "Fitting, since she's purple", Christina thought, so she told the girl her name. Lylac chuckled.

"You just came here", Lylac spoke, "so lemme tell you a little bit about this place. We don't really keep our life-names down here."

This was interesting, she always was named Christina, so how could she just change her name and move on with her new life? Lylac told her her life-name was Jessica, and that she just found her name after a little soul-searching, even if that soul was damned for the rest of eternity. This started a conversation between the two and they struck up a little friendship, finding out they've got a lot in common. Turns out, Lylac plays guitar, and Christina played drums and they both write lyrics. They both got the same idea.

They formed a little band with Lylac's friends who also played bass, guitar and vocals. They called it "Damned for Lyfe".

Christina was getting used to this new place, all she really needed was a name.

A few days after landing in Hell, Christina was thinking about what name she should come up with. After all, she'd be here for eternity, so she had all the time to think. She remembered her little misdemeanors up on Earth and laughed nostalgically over her crimes. Misdemeanors are like mini-crimes, right? Yeah.

Hey, wait a minute…mini-crimes. Crime, mini. Crime, mini. Crymini. Hmm…nice ring to it. She engaged in a little crime, and it seemed to fit. This could work! Now, she was reintroduced to this new world. Not as Christina Schmitz, but Crymini!

Crymini was confined to this tiny ring of Hell with lots of shitty people like herself, so it's not the best place, but it has a few perks.

Until a few days ago, she lived her life playing in her little band, and indulging in her little vices. She got addicted to these new TV programs, making her days mainly consist of lounging around. She smoked and drank like in life, but also found new obsessions, mainly magazines. Porn magazines, especially. She found that she had a surplus of unexplored sexual desire that she'd built up during her time on Earth. But now, she decided, why not explore more of this?

Social media had also become a big thing not too long ago, and she's become addicted to this too. A whole new world in technology to find similar interests with other people and make yourself known. Tons more fun than it was on Earth.

Who'd've thought she'd find some friends and new interests in Hell? The place where souls go to be damned for eternity? Not the worst place in the universe, a chance to start a new life after death, she supposed. It also helped expose her to new music. She obviously took a liking to metal and punk bands, but she had her guilty pleasures of pop music which she only listened to when no one was around.

But, of course as it is Hell, it was also a shit-hole. Everyday, she woke up missing parts of her living life, mainly her mother. For all the shit she gave her, Crymini still missed her. She was her only parental figure in life, after all. She also missed her old friends from her time on Earth, including Jared, her boyfriend. She didn't have anyone she really loved down in hell, either platonically, romantically, or like a parent. She did have her little posse down in the afterlife, but she couldn't seem to be as content with her afterlife as her other friends seemed to be. They seemed to not give any shits about this place, but Crymini is very conflicted.

She knows there's a reason she's down here, and she's accepted it...at least, somewhat.

"How do people accept being in this place for eternity?", she wonders. Everyone else seems to have it figured out, like her friend, Lylac. Lylac has accepted she was and still is a bitch, and she goes about her afterlife not caring about the consequences of her actions in this place of damnation. But Crymini hasn't seemed to accept this as much, though she has learned the great art of putting up a facade of apathy.

On days she isn't lounging around in her shitty apartment, she and her group spent their times committing acts like stealing, vandalization, and the occasional riot in the street. On special occasions, they went to clubs or bars and got real drunk and rowdy. and usually harassed the staff and made big messes everywhere, which eventually leads to them being kicked out, or occasionally thrown out of these places. They'd all have a laugh at these days, and go back to the streets, hoping to do it all again.

It's always fun in the moment to Crymini, but it lost its magic after the first 70 or so times. But she couldn't tell her friends that, she'd be mocked and ridiculed for becoming 'soft'. It's honestly a tough life on these streets. She honestly is wondering if there's anything that could actually take her off these streets, but that'd be ridiculous, right?

Just recently, she and her little hellish gang of friends watched a broadcast on 666 News. Princess Charlie, daughter of Lucifer, was making a hotel for rehabilitating sinners called "The Happy Hotel". What's worse is that she burst into a full-blown musical number on air. And if that wasn't bad enough, her first patron, famed porn star Angel Dust, just made her look like a fool by battling in a turf war with Sir Pentious and his friend Cherri Bomb.

Her group had quite the laugh. But, Crymini was left with a strange feeling. Yeah, the idea's dumb, and who in Hell would actually try to be a better person. It's childish! And of course it's not possible, right?

Crymini's conflicted. It's Hell, so it's horrible, but she likes indulging in her vices, and her little clique of troubled individuals. But she can't help feeling like she wants something else than this for the afterlife. She wants something better. But that would mean becoming a better person. And of course, she wouldn't want to become a better person, right? It's not like it could actually happen. Can she really change? Can anyone here really change? Better yet, why should she care? It's Hell, no one cares about this little project. No one cares, so she doesn't care, right?

But, she can't shake the feeling that maybe…it might be possible…

Well, she can't let her friends know, she'd be laughed and scoffed at. So, if her friends don't like it, she figures she doesn't like it.

"But, is that really how friends think?", she wonders.

"Of course, they're my friends," she reasons, "I mean, it's Hell so they aren't the best people, but they're fine. They wouldn't hurt me, right?"

Is this really what she wants? It's probably what she deserves, but why couldn't she change this? But, why should she? It's Hell, she's already here for eternity so, why change?

A day went by, when suddenly, she's woken up at sometime in the night by a little broadcast on a radio on her dresser. She didn't even know that piece of crap still worked. It was the Radio Demon, Alastor. He advertised this new "Hazbin Hotel" and how they're open to any sinners entering, with free room and board.

"This little project includes a star patron of adult film actor, Angel Dust", the voice on the radio boomed, "and we're looking for more sinners interested in our little project. That's right, the Radio Demon is collaborating with Princess Charlotte, daughter of Lucifer, himself!"

Of course, Crymini was skeptical. How in the ever-flying fuck did the goddamn Radio Demon take an interest in that prissy princess's puny project?

"Redemption is a priority here", the grainy voice of the little radio explained, "but we know that sinners such as yourself are more interested in indulging in your silly little vices. Ha ha, who doesn't. A bar sound interesting to you little cretins, hmm?"

Now this caught her attention. The silly idea of this redemption project was put away for a moment, by the idea alcohol.

"Well, this is a good enough reason to go", Crymini thought. She tried to desperately push away any thoughts of redeeming sinners and its possibility and focus on the thought of getting her friends to get along with her and trash this little hotel's barroom for a few sweet sips of liquor.

"We all know you roll your eyes at our thought of redemption, but with myself as a proprietor of this little passion project, we're making some much needed changes around here. Don't worry, we know that most of you sinners couldn't even comprehend the idea of redemption, nay, even accomplish it!", the voice chuckled at the end of this sentence.

Well, if the goddamn Radio Demon himself thought that this little redeeming idea was stupid, it must be. So, she shot a text to her pal, Lylac, and asked if they could get their little clique together and trash the little barroom of the "Hazbin Hotel". Lylac was down for mooching off this little place as much as Crymini was. Crymini smirked and lounged back into her creaky bed.

"It's only one day and a little get-together", she thought to herself. "It's not like anything could happen". She knew she wouldn't be tricked by this childish idea of redemption. After all, everyone thinks it's impossible, even her. Right?

Right?