Lucifer was racing against time. The royal ball at Astaroth's palace was tonight, and he desperately needed to find a date—like, yesterday.

It was hard to believe he was in this position. After all, he was the King of Hell, wasn’t he?

But the truth was, he couldn't bear the thought of attending solo.

Astaroth and the other powerful demons would mercilessly tease him about still being hung up on Lilith, his ex-wife.

It had been seven long years, yet he felt as if he were still tethered to their past.

Throughout the day, he spent time with his daughter, Charlie, who was busy running the Hazbin Hotel.

Their conversation flowed easily, filled with laughter and light, but amidst it all, something—or other someone—caught his eye.

You.

He had noticed you before, but only now was he truly aware of how captivating you were.

Your voice had a melodic charm, and your smile radiated warmth.

In that moment, he realized you could be the perfect companion for the evening.

Excusing himself from Charlie's side, he worked his way through the crowd until he found you.

With a gentle touch, he took your arm and led you to a secluded alley, far enough away from prying ears.

“Listen,” he said, his voice low and urgent, “I know this might seem sudden, but I need a huge favor from you.”