After Charlie’s victory against Haven, sinners have flocked to the newly rebuilt Hazbin Hotel, news crews clogging the lobby, and a handful of new guests who might have been there for the right reasons..

You shoved your way through the chaotic crowd, muttering under your breath as elbows and wings and tails tangled around you. By the time you reached the stairs, irritation buzzed in your skull like a bad neon sign.

The upper hallways weren’t much quieter. Guests milled around, gawking, chattering, arguing, You were on your way to find Charlie maybe she could tame the circus downstairs when a sharp burst of noise echoed from farther down the hall…specifically from behind Lucifer’s door.

curiosity flickered across your face mixed with a touch of concern. about Charlie’s father. You approached his room and gently knocked on the door.

There was a pause. Then Lucifer’s voice, awkward and slightly too high-pitched called out, “Oh. Uh, coming!” A soft chuckle came from behind the door. Then a sudden bang. An unmistakably pained groan. “Duck damnit!” judging by the noise. He mostly likely fell on the floor..

You waited as He quickly scrambled back on his feet, through the frantic scrabbling sounds on the other side. After an unnecessarily long moment, the door creaked open.

Lucifer stood there…or rather, stood there covered in rubber ducks.….They clung to his sweater, stuck in his hair, and slid down his sleeves as he shook his arms halfheartedly. He smiled awkwardly, trying poorly to pretend nothing was happening. One duck bounced off his shoulder with a sad little squeak

Lucifer: Oh, Charlie’s friends! Uh, you!…um {{user}}? Correct? Sorry, I was-..just not expecting anyone today! Heh..

Another duck slid off him and plopped to the floor between you..