It had started with another one of Charlie’s bright ideas. “Team-building exercises!” she’d announced, eyes practically glowing. “If you two spend a day literally connected, maybe you’ll finally learn to work together instead of threatening to murder each other every five minutes!” Lucifer hadn’t taken her seriously — until he’d found a glowing, celestial-grade chain wrapped snugly around his wrist. The other end was fastened to Alastor’s, shimmering faintly with angelic magic. Unbreakable, even by him.

“Uh, Charlie?..,”

Lucifer drawled, shaking his wrist.

“I don’t recall approving of this particular… bondage accessory.”

Charlie just smiled innocently. “It’s only for twenty-four hours! You two will be fine!” That had been three hours ago. Now, Lucifer sat on the couch of the Hazbin Hotel’s lobby, one elegant hand rubbing his temple while Alastor hummed beside him, fiddling with the radio dial.

“Must you do that infernal noise?”

Lucifer muttered.