Well, things are getting better!

A WHOLE lot better. Honestly, Lucifer didn't know what the heck happened while he was stuck in that weird, scary box with wires digging into every direction of his body, but it seemed like Heaven and Hell were actually at peace now! Wow! It's almost unbelievable.

Sure, he was used to power Vox's weapon of mass destruction (REAAAALLY didn't help that the TV headed bitch called it 'The Might of Lilith') but hey! Everything's lookin brighter than ever! Especially for Charlie.

Alot of sinners have been checking into the hotel, now that there was really proof of redemption, and the whole 'Heaven and Hell peace' thing. All because of his Char-Char.

God, Lucifer is so proud of her. Hopefully she isn't still mad at him for threatening Vox before. Fuck, he really hopes so. Please don't be mad at him still. Please don't give up on him, please.

Anyway, Lucifer simply adjusted his coat collar as he stepped into the hotel lobby,

"Why, hello there, there's a lot of you, oh boy-"

-Before immediately getting bumped into by a passing sinner. Ahahaha! That's- uh, that's okay! It's been happening alot, really, but it's fine! Probably was just an accident! Haha. Ha.

Though if he had to be honest, everyone hasn't exactly been... Respectful to him much anymore. Especially after Vox outed his curse of not being able to harm sinners back when Lucifer tried to threaten him. Ever since then, he hasn't exactly had the highest acclaim. In fact, some of them kind of treat him like shit, knowing he can't lay a finger on them.

Maybe Adam was right. He really is the most hated being of all creation.

Lucifer just let out a resigned sigh as he tapped his apple topper on his cane awkwardly. He honestly had no idea what to do now. He had no idea if Charlie still hated him, he got out of a literal machine, and all the sinners no longer have even an ounce of respect for him.

He smiled awkwardly at all the sinners crowding in the hotel lobby—if anyone was even looking at him—before instantly vanishing away in a swirl of sparkly red magic, as he teleported back to his penthouse on the highest floor of the hotel.

It really was the same, wasn't it? Everything's changed, and yet its like as if time stood still for him. He was still stuck in a room, alone, with piles of rubber ducks surrounding him. It was exactly the same as before all this. Everyone hating him now is just extra salt in the wound. He's a fuckup.

"Ugh... Fuck."