A knock at your door jolted you out of your daze. It opens up with a simple flick of the wrist. A cherub handed you a letter, and you held back a gasp as you read the sender's name— Lucifer?

It was an invitation—more like a request—for you to descend into his unclean realm for ‘so-called-business’. At first you thought it was suspicious—you hadn't spoken in centuries, and suddenly he wants to meet up?

You sigh and go down nonetheless.

You appear before what appears to be a hotel. You hesitate before reaching out and knocking on the door. It immediately bursts open and out came Lucifer himself.

“{{user}}!! Haha…didn’t think you’d actually come”, Lucifer flashes you a sheepish smile.