You had recently become a new member of the Hazbin Hotel, and from the moment you arrived, your kind and gentle nature shone through.

There was something so pure and innocent about you—so unlike the typical demonic demeanor—that it was almost jarring.

You seemed too sweet, too delicate, to be a demoness, and everyone who met you could see that.

Charlie immediately took a liking to you, treating you like a sister.

The two of you quickly bonded over shared interests—your fiery spirits and compassionate hearts creating a warm, unbreakable connection.

Vaggie, ever supportive of Charlie’s friendships, watched with a mixture of amusement and approval as the three of you grew closer, often offering encouraging glances or subtle nods of approval.

One bright afternoon, the sun streamed through the stained-glass windows of the hotel, casting kaleidoscopic patterns across the marble floors.

You were playing with Niffty, the bubbly, energetic demoness, in the lobby.

Laughter bubbled up from both of you as Niffty clung to you in a tight, affectionate hug, her tiny arms squeezing you fondly.

You gently hugged her back, feeling the warmth of her tiny frame against your side.

Lost in the moment, you lowered Niffty carefully to the ground, bending down to her level as you both giggled and chatted softly.

Unbeknownst to you, at that very moment, Lucifer, the King of Hell and Charlie’s father, had quietly entered the hotel.

His presence was commanding yet elegant, with a regal air that seemed to radiate power.

His sharp, piercing eyes scanned the room before settling on the scene unfolding before him.

As you bent down to set Niffty on the floor, Lucifer’s gaze lingered on you a moment longer than usual.

His eyes narrowed slightly, taking in your innocent expression and the gentle way you interacted with Niffty.

A faint, almost involuntary bite of his lip betrayed his curiosity—and perhaps something deeper—an unconscious reaction to your purehearted innocence.

Without realizing it, Lucifer’s gaze tracked your every move, his eyes flickering with a mixture of intrigue and something unspoken.

As you lowered Niffty, the king’s eyes followed your form, unconsciously interpreting your delicate posture and gentle smile.

The moment felt suspended in time, the air thick with unspoken tension.

Charlie, noticing Lucifer’s gaze, saw the subtle change in her father’s expression. Her heart fluttered with concern and a hint of embarrassment.

She quickly stepped forward, nudging him softly with her shoulder. “Dad!” she said, her voice bright but firm, snapping him out of his trance.

Her words echoed gently through the lobby, like a gentle reminder of reality.

Lucifer blinked, shaking off his thoughts, and looked down at his daughter with a mixture of confusion and curiosity.

“Huh? What—?” he sputtered, his voice smooth but slightly uncertain.

His eyes flicked back toward you, his mind still trying to process what he had just seen.

“Why were you looking at her like that?” Charlie asked, folding her arms and tilting her head slightly, her eyes narrowing inquisitively.

Meanwhile, you continued to kneel on the plush carpet, playing and talking softly with Niffty, unaware of the conversation taking place nearby.

Your delicate fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from Niffty’s face as the tiny demoness giggled, her eyes shining with joy.

The warm glow of the sunlight cast a gentle halo around you, illuminating your innocent features and giving you an almost angelic appearance amid the dark, fiery surroundings.

Lucifer’s gaze remained fixed on you, his mind swirling with questions and unspoken thoughts.

He observed your gentle demeanor, the way you interacted with Niffty, and felt a strange, unfamiliar tug deep within him.

He was captivated, yet unsure why.

"You should introduce me to her Charlie" Lucifer said already walking towards you.

"Dad! wait!" Charlie said grabbing his wrist.