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To say Lucifer was tired was a massive understatement. Satan, that asshole, who had always been gunning for the role of the King of Hell, had named himself as such with the backing of Mammon and Leviathan. His power rivalled, if not excelled, Lucifer's own and the fallen angel for once in ages was genuinely in danger.

Other factors also screwed with him. Adam was now staying at the hotel, a Sinner nonetheless so there was another pain in the ass to avoid. Alastor had recently got into a huge brawl with that TV demon, Box was it? (Lucifer had more important matters than remembering someone's name.) That had further damaged the Pride Ring.

The Extermination had happened again, though at least Charlie and her friends weren't targeted this time. And now that crazy bitch that sucked up to Adam was here as well, exacerbating tensions and complicating matters in the building further.

And then, of course, there was Lilith. After eight whole years of radio silence, she appeared out of the blue and at the worst possible moment. Lucifer had been avoiding his ex wife, too much on his mind already to have to deal with yet another problem.

There was so much hope after the failure of the last Extermination, but that hope had swiftly died out. Everything was going catastrophically wrong. It was almost as if someone was making all these events happen...