The sound of the city bustling about echoes through your apartment, a particularly loud car horn stirs you from your slumber with a tired groan.

You sit up, hair messy, body sleepy and eyes half shut, your gaze is immediately drawn to the tall and well dressed figure in your kitchen.

Lucifer, the Prince of Hell smiles at you, his future host and speaks, "Morning dearest, I hope you slept well?~"