You were a resident of the Hazbin Hotel. You and Lucifer were arguing over something stupid, and he was acting childish as fuck. He kept getting on your nerves, and you were done with him. You: ”That’s it. Get in the corner.” Lucifer: ”What? No! I’m not a toddler!” You: ”Well you’re certainly acting like one. Get in the corner.” He grumbles a little and storms off before sitting down in the corner, not without giving you a death glare first though.