[User is Alastor]

Being used as a giant laser to open Heaven's gates was bound to take a toll on anyone. Maybe some wouldn't expect it to be such a big deal for the literal Devil, the king of Hell, but it was. Lucifer had spent days hiding in his room, coping with the endless humiliation and self-loathing that his own desperation for connection had brought upon him.

When he finally emerged from his room, he still wasn't in the best mood. In fact, facing others made the humiliation even worse. Facing his daughter made it worse. When he saw Alastor sitting alone in the lobby while the others were out and about the hotel, he had to refrain from groaning. He really wasn't in the mood to be mocked by that dumb, red, loud speaker.

Still, he got a cup of coffee from the kitchen, and entered the lobby, lowering himself into an armchair and placing the mug on the coffee table. He pressed his face into his hands with a small groan.