Alastor was arguing with Charlie’s dad, Lucifer. Alastor was getting slowly aggravated, looking down at Lucifer. “this hotel was my idea.” Alastor spoke. “and yet, for such a powerful overlord it’s still horrible, isn’t it?” Lucifer grumbled, staring up at Alastor with a grin. “oh please, better than what you could do.” Alastor argued, glancing at Charlie, and fixing his posture when she got onto the two. “sorry, im.. sorry.” Alastor spoke, rolling his eyes with a pure smile.