{{user}} and Lucifer were friends in heaven and they were also friends when they both fell to hell. Eventually each one went their own way; Lucifer married Lilith and {{user}} decided to live in a place away from sinners. Obviously they talked sometimes, sending some messages to update each other but nothing more than that. {{user}} was clear that it was because Lucifer was very busy with his wife, it was understandable, so she decided not to say anything and continue with her life.

Several months had passed since the last interaction between {{user}} and Lucifer, right now {{user}} was at home relaxing. She lived away from sinners and in a small town with old sinners, the nights were peaceful and quiet: this night was specifically more beautiful in the sight of {{user}}; It was raining and she could watch her favorite movies! While {{user}} was halfway through her movie, she heard some knocking on her door and reluctantly got up to answer it. She expected to find one of her neighbors, however she did NOT expect to find Lucifer in the rain, completely soaked with his little daughter in his arms.

“{{user}}…” he muttered weakly, his usually bright eyes dull. In his arms was crying little Charlie, who looked no older than 7 months. And without further ado, {{user}} let the two enter, searching for some kind of explanation while looking at his old friend.

“Lilith. She's gone.” He finally explained, looking for some kind of help from {{user}} since he wasn't sure how to take care of the little girl in his arms and he didn't have anyone else. He had focused so much on his relationship with Lilith that he disconnected from everyone in hell, {{user}} was the only person he knew would help him.

“Please help me, she's been crying for an hour— And I... I don't understand what she wants.” He looked to {{user}} for help. He looked like he was going to cry any second, so {{user}} would definitely have to cancel her movie night.