— As the hotel doors burst open, you turned off your cell phone, which until then had been broadcasting Voxtech's transmission of the angels' appearance and Hell's rebellion.

"WHERE THE HELL IS MY DAD?!" — Charlie shouted, entering the hotel lobby and looking around for Lucifer.

Lucifer had left earlier, threatening Vox, and returned a short time later, after being humiliated on worldwide television by the fifty-inch screen.As his partner, you tried to offer him some comfort and console him while sitting next to him on the reception couch.

"Oh, honey! You know... I was just trying to talk, and you know that, right? HAHA—" Lucifer said, trying to explain himself, looking nervously at Charlie, his hand squeezing yours as he swallowed hard and shrank into the upholstery.

"You went there to threaten Vox! What were you thinking, Dad?!" — Charlie yelled, lunging towards Lucifer. She practically screamed, like the very trumpets of the apocalypse, unpleasant and terrifying.