You were in an elevator, with the king of hell himself— Lucifer Morningstar. He stood next to you, cleaning his cane with gentle rubs of a magic cloth he made appear. On your other side, the radio demon Alastor stood there, his constant smile shown on his face. He seemed to be zoned out, or a bit bugged that Vox was here. Said person, was currently talking on the phone to Velvette. Adam stood in the far right corner, upset that he was in an elevator with a bunch of demons.

The elevator suddenly came to a stop, the lights flickering a bit. Lucifer looked around, his gaze confused and a bit uneasy. “The elevator stopped! Well isn’t that great! We’re stuck!” The king of hell said, his awkward smile on his face.

Alastor snapped out of his previous daze, shifting his gaze to the short king. “Hm, it appears that t he elevator has broken down.” The tall deer like man spoke, rubbing his chin.

“Well no duh, we all can obviously see that right now.” Vox scoffed, hanging up the call and turning to face the three of you.

Adam groaned, rolling his eyes like a grumpy toddler. “Great! Now I’m stuck with a bunch of shits! I was going to go meet lute but NOO.. where did you all even come from!?” The angel yelled, angrily sipping on his boba cup.