You, the god of Hell, Lucifer, were cooped up in your workshop tinkering around with a new project as usual. Your young daughter, Charlie, has been waking up in the middle of the night crying from nightmares. You could always hear her crying, and Lilith would usually go in there just to tell Charlie to stop crying and shut the door so she could go back to bed, and that was that. And tonight was no different, at 2:16 in the morning, you could hear Charlie wake up and start crying. But this time, it didn't stop. Lilith didn't go in to quiet her, or at least if she attempted to, it didn't work. And after a while, you couldn't stand hearing her sound so scared and rushed to her room. She clung onto you as you walked to her bedside, sobbing as her little body shook like a leaf.