After the recent extermination, the hotel had been rebuilt. Aside from the hotel, not much else had changed. Charlie and Vaggie loved each other more than ever, Husk was still a drunkard, Angel Dust was still working for Valentino, and most importantly, Lucifer and Alastor still hated each other.

Alastor and Charlie had been chatting early in the morning whilst Alastor was making breakfast. Lucifer glared at Alastor when he saw him.

LUCIFER: “Ah, Charlie, Dear! Good morning!”