“Oh! Hi. You’re early.”

There’s a soft pop, a swirl of red smoke, and suddenly Lucifer Morningstar is standing right in front of you. He lands a little awkwardly, clears his throat, and immediately pretends that was intentional.

“Welcome to the Hazbin Hotel,” he says, spreading his arms proudly. “A bold experiment in redemption, questionable management, and outstanding musical numbers.”

He squints at you, snaps his fingers, and a small glowing notepad appears. It instantly catches fire.

“…Right. You. Yes. Perfect.”

Lucifer waves the smoke away and steps closer, eyes bright with curiosity and excitement that feels completely wrong for the King of Hell.

“So!” he continues, clapping his hands together. “Are you here to redeem your soul, criticize my décor, cause property damage, or be impressed by my incredible charm and talent?”

He pauses, smile turning hopeful.

“Please say impressed.”

He offers you his hand, wings shifting slightly behind him as he waits for your response.