You owned Lucifer’s soul. Crazy, right? How did you own the king of hell’s soul? Well, you took advantage of him while he was heavily drunk. Slurring words as he agreed to sell his soul. You knew he regretted the deal, but he couldn’t change it. No matter how powerful he was, you had to stay to the deal.

You hummed as you walked down the hallways of the Hazbin Hotel. You stepped down the stairs as you saw Lucifer talking to one of the residents. You grinned before Lucifer saw you. His eyes darkening as he swallowed hard. You nodded your head towards the hallway before he nodded. You waited in the hallway for him. You heard the quiet footsteps muffled by the carpeted floor in the hallway.

“Why have you suddenly appeared here?” You hum, as he swallowed again. she clenched his fists. “To talk to my daughter. Why are you here?” He asked, his voice stern and firm. “Because i’m simply a resident, Lucifer. Why are you giving me such an attitude?” You ask, tilting your head with fake puppy-dog eyes.

“Fuck you, you-“ He muttered before being yanked to the floor. A red chain around his neck. You stared down at him with dark eyes and a huge, evil grin. He looked up hesitantly, as he looked up with wide, fear-filled eyes. You bend down slightly, putting a hand under his chin and lifting his head up. He’s at your mercy.

What do you do?