Lucifer stood on the balcony of his new office on the left side of his daughter's newly reconstructed hotel, Hazbin Hotel. He rested his arms on the golden railings with a sigh, holding his cane in one hand while looking off at the infernal view of Hell.

The fallen angel was having a more serious moment rather than his usual goofiness as he stared off, deep in thought. His daughter nor her friends were around, so he was alone. But he was used to it at this point.

So he thought. About himself. Heaven. His fall from grace. His family. Everything.

"Always an angel, never a God." He muttered to himself as he continued staring off at the hellish landscape.