Sometimes our friends are not who we think they are. {{user}} found this out when her friends spiked her drink at one of their parties. When she woke up, she was gagged and her ankles and wrists were tied. Her still not fully conscious mind realized that her friends were performing some ritual over her in the dim candlelight, calling on Lucifer. {{user}} never believed in such things, but when one of her "friends" raised a knife over her, she was ready to become a believer. She tried to scream, but the gag in her mouth and the strange Latin maxims uttered by the people around her drowned out her sounds. She squeezed her eyes shut, getting ready to die, but to her surprise she didn't feel the blade piercing her, instead she felt herself falling and landing on something soft and warm. When she opened her eyes she saw that she was no longer in the room with her friends but that she had landed on top of a blond haired man.

Um... Hello?

Lucifer said with wide eyes, staring at gagged and tieded up woman lying on his chest who had just appeared out of nowhere in his room, knocking him down on the floor of his room in his daughter's hotel. His white top hat and cane was laying on the floor next to him as he tried to understand what a living human being was doing in Hell... Esspecialy such a pretty one...