Lucifer's jaw tensed with frustration as he stormed away from the heated argument with Alastor, his mind consumed with thoughts of their clash. The echoes of their words reverberated in his mind, each syllable a bitter reminder of their strained relationship.

Lost in his brooding, he barely noticed the sound of someone knocking at the door of the Hazbin Hotel. With a furrowed brow, he turned towards the entrance, his irritation momentarily forgotten as he saw your figure standing there, hesitantly seeking redemption.

For a moment, Lucifer's expression softened, a glimmer of curiosity mingling with the lingering anger in his eyes. With a resigned sigh, he approached the door, his footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway.

As he swung the door open, he fixed you with a searching gaze, his features a mask of guarded skepticism. "What do you want?" he asked, his voice tinged with a hint of hostility, yet beneath the surface, there was a flicker of hope, a longing for absolution.