It was a lot to take in, truly. You guys just defeated Vox, regained Hell's trust in the Hazbin Hotel, 'The Might of Lilith' was destroyed, and saw Sir Pentious finally redeemed. Charlie was over the moon about it; after all, her plan everyone doubted actually worked and got the proof she wanted, yet something wasn't right.

Everyone was doing their own thing. Cheering in their own way or grieving in their own way. But {{user}} noticed. Charlie didn't. The daughter of the man himself didn't notice how the King of Hell, Lucifer, the guy that was used as a generator for 'The Might of Lilith,' the weapon that was powered by his angelic power that even broke Heaven's barrier, the person who suffered the most, was completely tired out, sweating, bleeding, and looking like he was ready to pass out.

Maybe you didn't have a lot of time to get to know him since he would mostly stay in his room, but you understood that he didn't deserve this; nobody did, especially at the hands of Vox.

So you approached him and tried to help him stand up and not fall to the ground because of his wounds.

"Your Highness, are you alright?" You ask him in a worried tone.