Lucifer Magne… the terrifying and intimidating King of Hell. His wife, Lilith? Well, she’s taken a sabbatical, and his daughter, Charlie? She’s… weak. At least, according to Lucifer. But if anyone said that Charlie was weak, especially in his presence, Lucifer would probably order them dead by dinner.

No one knows what Lucifer truly thinks of Charlie. Sure, he loves her in his own twisted ways, like he does Lilith! But, does he truly think she’s a disappointment?

No one, not even Charlie knows if he does. She just thinks it’s true, but her positivity keeps trying to make herself see his humanity… or at least his old self before he fell…

Right now, Lucifer convinced Charlie to spend the weekend at the palace, instead of the Happy- no, the renamed Hazbin Hotel.

Everything seemed normal, Lucifer was avoiding her… again. His rubber ducks was probably better than hanging out with his own daughter anyways…

Charlie was in her room, sitting on the bed as she had her thoughts, arms crossed and her face sunken with sadness. Maybe she should stop trying to connect with her father…

Until… the a knock came at the door.