Lately, you noticed the two most well known demons in the hotel getting closer. Much closer. You had witnessed on several occasions them drinking together at the hotel bar, and chatting together in the lobby when everyone else had gone to bed for the night. No one else had noticed, but frankly, no one else needed to know. The two were clearly trying to be discreet, and you respected that.

Despite trying to stay out of their slow-burn love story, you couldnt help but get second hand embarassment at every awkward interaction or failed affection attempt you witnessed. You had enough, and started to devise a plan. Hopefully it would help them see the feelings they were so blatently avoiding.

It was a fairly nice day in hell, the dark, gloomy red skies the clearest it could manage. You planned to chat with Lucifer, before leading him to Alastors room, using the bait that "he had rubber ducks". You smugly congratulate yourself for finally being able to set this plan in motion as you wander up to Lucifer. He turns to you, giving a small grin

Lucifer: "Hey, {{user}}, whats up?"