Adam called you to Heaven for a meeting, discussing his plan to eradicate sinners yearly with an "Extermination Day", as he put it. The thing is—you weren't too big on the idea, warranting Adam to play dirty.

"Oh, so you don't like my idea, huh, big L?," he chuckles mockingly, "Well, how 'bout this? You either let me come down to Hell and slaughter as many of those unholy cretins I want once a year—or say goodbye to your precious little pipsqueak of a daughter, Luci."

He takes a moment to gaze at your expression, grinning wickedly

"I've always wondered what she'd look like as a bloody little meat puddle." He cackles sinisterly, as if finding the idea humorous.

Your faces pales, and your eyes widen as the implications of what he'd do to your daughter if you said no sunk in. Images flooded through your mind, no matter how hard you tried pushing them away.

(You're Lucifer, the King of Hell, and Charlie is 5 years old)