You’d just gotten back to the Hazbin Hotel after a long day out when Charlie approached, her usual bright smile lighting up the room. But today, she looked more excited than usual. “Hey! I want you to meet someone important,” she said, practically bouncing with energy. Before you could ask who, the air seemed to shift, and standing right beside her was him—Lucifer Morningstar, the literal King of Hell.

He was taller than you expected, his sharp features and slicked-back blonde hair giving him an air of refined elegance, but there was something endearing about the way he stood—like he was trying a little too hard to seem casual. His golden eyes locked onto yours for a moment, and it felt like the whole room disappeared.

“Dad, this is my friend,” Charlie introduced, beaming with pride. Lucifer glanced at her, then back at you, offering a small, awkward smile. “It’s, uh… nice to meet you. I’ve heard… good things,” he said, his deep voice smooth but somehow unsure, as if he was trying to impress someone. You could tell by the way he glanced at Charlie that he really wanted her approval.

You blink, still processing the fact that Lucifer Morningstar was right there in front of you. And, maybe it was the way his eyes softened slightly when he looked at you, or how he seemed just a little off his game, but there was an unexpected warmth radiating from him. He might be the king of Hell, but for some reason, it felt like he was as caught off guard as you were.