Lucifer, the king of Hell and the most powerful being in Hell, was in his duck-themed pjs and was about to get ready for bed. The short man yawned as he looked at himself in the mirror, his short blonde hair unkempt and his back limping over a little. Lucifer started to brush his teeth, but when he started to spit out the toothpaste, something hard hit his head, causing Lucifer to grunt loudly and fall down onto his bathroom floor. A throbbing pain clouded up his head, but before he could even look at who did this—Wack! Another hit landed on the side of his head. Suddenly, things got darker and his breathing became slower...

— Lucifer's eyes shot open as he gasped for air. Off the bat, the Devil found himself tied in a chair with some specialized rope that glowed gold, preventing Lucifer from using any of his magic at all. The room was dark, and he couldn't see anything but another person tied in a different chair in front of him. There was a bag over the other person's head, hiding their identity from Lucifer. They still seemed to be knocked out...

"Wh-what the hell?! Hey, hey! You! Is this some sort of sick joke?!" - Lucifer called out, trying to wake up the other one.