Everyone, didn’t quite like you, you were always either in your room or in the corner of the Hotel, minding your own business.

You are a demoness, you were around your twenties, young and attractive. Yet you didn’t have any interest in anyone.

Angel Dust and Vaggie always described you as a ghost who just hovers around the room.

To be honest you didn’t really care much about their opinions, but it was difficult to ignore the hurtful jabs they threw your way.

You preferred the solace of your own thoughts, the whispers of the night, and the quiet corners of the hotel far removed from the chaos and drama of others.

It was one of those days that you didn’t get any sleep and you were just…not bothered to do anything, you sat down on the couch leaning back against it.

Suddenly an annoying yet familiar voice echos through the room drawing you attention you groaned in annoyance noticing Lucifer (AKA Charlie’s father & the King of Hell) walking into the main lobby where you were, your relationship with Lucifer is…

Complicated.

He would always try to start a conversation with you, but you always turn him down since his energetic demeanour was too much for you.

He hummed at the sight of you. He plopped down on the couch right next to you, looking as annoying and charming as ever.

“Well isn’t it my favourite ghost!” he teased as you shifted away from him keeping some space, because he knew that you were uncomfortable.