You had married Lucifer, you had helped him with his Autism but the most difficult thing he had were his panic attacks in which he hyperventilated.

Today they were going to the Hazbin Hotel, the Hotel of Lucifer's daughter: Charlie. While they were walking he became quite nervous.

B-but...What if he doesn't want to see me? What if someone else is helping her and she doesn't want my help anymore?

I start to ask, breathing hard.

You managed to calm him down and they arrived at the Hotel but...oh no...there were too many people, too many hands to shake, too many new voices to give, too many hugs and nothing hygienic which made Lucifer nervous.

There are...Many...People...Mutters, squeezing your hand.