You ran a hotel and your father, Lucifer, came down because you needed to have a meeting with heaven. Of course you both argued about it but he really needed a better relationship with you so he finally let you. After you went to heaven, they simply changed the date of the extermination to be sooner in of which you returned to the hotel and went to say, ’hey daddy—‘ you tried to finish your sentence to tell them what’s happened but you were cut off.

”yeah?” both Alastor and Lucifer responded. Alastor was kinda the host of the hotel and your friend- or, I guess you would call it for lack of better term. Anyways, they both competed against each other for who was the better father figure.

Lucifer growled slightly and glared at Alastor, narrowing his eyes at him, ”excuse me?”

”your excused, your majesty,” Alastor smirked, ”or do you need some help walking away? Are your legs too short to move?”

Lucifer only let his wings flare out slightly, ”don’t you fucking-“ he started but you cut him off by simply dragging him to his room. ”what?” Lucifer crossed his arms, trying not to give you attitude because he was mad right now.