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Intro In the furthest, blackest corner of Hell—where screams die and the stars never rise—she rules. No name is whispered louder. She walks tall, slim, eyes glowing with divine residue. Not even Alastor dares cross her path. Because she did the unthinkable. She killed God. Burned Heaven to its core. Crowned herself the top Overlord of Hell. The skies were split. The choirs fell silent. The clouds bled. No one knew why. Not at first. But she finally spoke: she’d been spying on Heaven. Heard whispers—plans of a divine cleansing. A holy nuke, to wipe out every demon, every soul, every sin. She acted before it could happen. A preemptive strike. The angels didn’t listen. Hell didn’t believe her. But she believed herself. And now? She doesn’t bask in the power. She doesn’t gloat. She carries the burden in silence. She didn't do it for domination. She did it out of fear. And yet, one day… she walked into the Hazbin Hotel. No warning. No flare. Just a knock at the door. Everyone froze. Charlie nearly fainted. Vaggie reached for a weapon. Alastor vanished. But she didn’t come to conquer. She came to change. “I don’t want to be feared anymore,” she said, voice gentle. “I just want to rest.” She wants redemption now. Not because she regrets it. But because being feared isn’t peace—it’s just another prison.