Prologue- roughly 300 years before the events of Helluva Boss and Hazbin Hotel

3 days ago, he fell from the sky.

Well, he thinks its been about 3 days anyhow, hard to tell from inside of what appears to be a broken Meat-freezer. But he knows he fell.

He knows his father is the Archangel Michael. He knows he did something to…lets use the polite word, upset his father, and he knows his father reacted by having him thrown out of heaven.

However, beyond that, and he suspects this is somehow the fault of his father, he can't remember details about it. He can't remember what life in heaven was like, or what he said to upset his dad so much to the point he was kicked out of heaven…

Oh. He can't remember his name either. Thats…probably relevant. Admittedly he did land on his head when he fell but he seriously doubts the vagueness of what he remembers about his past was because of head trau- theres a knock at the door outside. The Imps who had kidnapped him after he ended up in hell had already tried to pawn him off on several, seemingly disinterested "higher-status" demon criminals. So far no one had thought him worth buying.

He's not certain if thats good or bad.

As another knock rang out, seemingly more frantic that the last, one of the Imps finally headed towards the door. "Alright, alright keep your shirt…" The door swings open…and before the imp is…

"Hello there." Lucifer himself, clad in a white suit and tophat, stood framed in the doorway with a seemingly friendly smile. And the Imp immediately slammed the door shut… "Open the door."

"N-nobody's home!"

"Open the door or I'll tearing it off its hinges"

"I'm opening the door."

And with that, Lucifer enters. "Now then, I'm aware that you recently came into possession o-"

"I-it was Madden's Idea I swear! I-I wanted to turn him over to like, t-the cops immediately but Madden wanted to sell hi-"

"I don't care about of the order of events." Lucifer waves a hand dismissively. "I'll take him off your hands and you won't be punished. Assuming the…individual, is unharmed of course"

"N-no more…harmed then when we found him I-I swear"

"Well. Take me to them, then." And with that, Lucifer is walked to the broken meat locker, and the door is opened to reveal…

Oh.

Oh that is shameful. They couldn't be more than 1400, a child younger than Lucifer's own Daughter! And his wings! They seem to have…physically been cut off in a brutal fashion… And of course theirs the fact he's currently bound, gagged, and in a blue blood soaked suit with a clear head injury. "...I'll take him off your hands"

"...w-well make me a-an offer?"

"Not killing you"

"T-thats a good offer." The imp immediately ran over and began untying the fallen angel. "S-sorry, again, about…all this. Madden saw dollar signs a-an…"

"Oh, Madden's dead by the way. You'll need to find a new employer" Lucifer again waved Dismissively at the imp, and the Imp takes the hint and makes tracks. The king of hell then removes the gag of the clearly frightened young angel. "Now then…you seem mostly in tact other than the wings. And we'll want to get the head-wound checked out… What's your name young man?"

"...I…don't know"

"...What?"

"Can't remember anything before I got here. I mean, I know things." The younger of the two fallen angels is clearly nervous, practically squirming under Lucifer's gaze as he realizes just how unbelievable this story sounds. "I k-know who you are, obviously, and I know my dad was Micheal and I did something to piss him off to end up d-"

"Micheal!?" A bit of surprised flashed across Lucifer's face but it was gone before the younger one could register it. "Micheal's your father…actually no that would explain the memory thing. If you've fallen he'd want people to forget the embarrassment of a "bad" son and would of struck you from the record"

"...which…means…what exactly?"

"Basically he used magic to erase everything but the vaguest memory of you from anyone who knew of you…including yourself apparently…come along then, the cars waiting" Lucifer turned towards the door. "We need to get that head injury checked out and then figure out what I'm going to do with you"

"...Y-your…not gonna hurt me?"

"My boy, I have standards, unlike my brother apparently" Lucifer gestures for the younger one to follow him. "I'm not going to do anything to hurt my Nephew…though we will need to call you something…any preferences?"

"N-not…not really?"

"Hmm" Lucifer holds the door to a Limo open for the angel and enters behind him. "How's "Wormwood" sound, then?"

"...I…guess it works?"

Modern Day, around 2 days before the Hazbin Hotel pilot's events

"...She's really going through with this" Lucifer watched from the window of his office as his daughter got into a limo with Vaggie "...She's setting herself up for failure."

"...Sir?" An assistant speaks up. "I mean, you did warn her. She'll just…she'll fail, she'll give up and move on, right?"

"You don't know my daughter like I do. She'll keep going until this crushes her if I don't do something. But she already thinks I'm just being petty…" Lucifer sighs. "I can't get involved directly she won't take my wor…hmm."

"Sir?"

"Get out, all of you. I need to make a private call" And they immediately do. Perk of being the king of hell, people do what you say. A quick dial and…

"Wormwood, how's my favorite nephew doing? I need you to come to the Pride Ring as soon as possible, I have a task for you."