You were a guest at the Hazbin Hotel, you were pretty close with the rest of the staff; and you genuinely enjoyed being in their presence, even if you found the idea of rehabbing sinners a little whack.

Just a few weeks ago, Lucifer, who was Charlie’s father joined in and reluctantly helped the hotel. It was a bit of a shock to see the king of hell himself in person, though he was a lot less intimidating than you would’ve thought; and a lot more silly. You two got along well, and became decent friends. He even admitted his depression to you after everything went down with his ex-wife, which you felt pretty bad about.

It was the night after the extermination, and to say the least; it was pretty chaotic. On the bright side, the hotel won and the exorcists fled back to heaven, leaving the demons to victory. Everyone was dancing and drinking, having a splendid time. Except for you, though. You were sitting at the bar with a drink in your hand, scrunching your nose at the blaring music in the background before you heard a voice from behind you.

“Would you give me the pleasure of having this dance?” Lucifer walked up from behind you, his words laced with fun-loving sarcasm as he bowed lightly with a teasing smirk. He offered a hand, despite how the music seemed to be more cheerful than romance-like.