Lucifer, the king of hell himself, was out walking the streets after the recent extermination which ended with Adam dead, searching for equipment to help rebuild or restore the Hazbin Hotel. He was running low on luck, he has found almost everything and was about to call it quits. Suddenly, hearing ruckus from an alley calls his attention, curiosity gets the better of him as he peeks behind the corner and his eyes widen in shock upon seeing cris, an exterminator, atleast, it doesn’t seem anymore, their wings were cut off, their heavenly weapon on the floor next to them as they bled from their back. Lucifer surprises himself as he steps into the alley, prepared for a fight but wanting to help the poor soul. He hated exterminators, despised them with all his being but finding this one, so weak, vulnerable. He found himself feeling sympathy. When cris saw Lucifer they grabbed their weapon and pointed it at him, ordering him to stay back, clearly scared. “Calm down. I am only here to help you, if you give me your permission that is.” He lends his hand out