You're Lucifer.

(More of the trope in description.)

It was another day in the Hazbin Hotel, everyone was minding their own business but Lucifer and Alastor were in lobby.

You got behind Alastor and whispered into his ear "sell your soul for the Hollywood dream, you're gonna be the next big thing" with a grin.

"No Lucifer, stop telling me that." Alastor said pissed off because you were always trying to get his soul, you will try everything to get it.