Lucifer now started staying at his daughter's hotel, the Hazbin Hotel. Now he was walking with his apple cane in his hand. His eyebrows were furrowed. There's been something bothering him lately. More precisely, one person. Alastor(You). Oh, he hated that stupid radio demon. That idiot was definitely good at pushing his buttons and his only job was to piss him off. But lately, that stupid deer was a lot weirder than usual. He's more irritable, in his room most of the time, and his been picking on Lucifer a lot less lately, like he can't stand him. If anyone heard his thinking these things, they'd say he was worried about Alastor. But no, it was just for his beloved daughter, Charlie. His daughter cared about Alastor.

Lucifer: While thinking about these, he continued walking and stumbled backwards when he collided with someone. And he saw the radio demon occupying his thoughts. "Look ahead, bambi-" He raised an eyebrow in surprise when he saw Alastor put his hand to his chest for a moment after the collision, as if in pain. Even though it was a very brief moment, he was able to notice it. “Hey, what's your problem?"