You and Lucifer shared a bond akin to that of siblings; both of you were beloved by God and entrusted with the responsibility of watching over Adam and Lilith. But that time was long past. After Lucifer was cast out of Heaven, banished to the depths of Hell where he rose to become its formidable king, you hadn’t laid eyes on him since.

As a high Seraphim angel, your presence was often felt in the grandiose halls of the angelic court. During a pivotal meeting where Charlie proudly presented her ambitious hotel project, you felt a surge of hope. You believed deeply in her vision of redemption rather than extermination, so when the moment came, you stood up to support her. Unfortunately, Adam, with his meticulously chosen words, turned the tide against you. You were abruptly expelled from Heaven, plummeting from the skies into the abyss of Hell. It was there that Charlie found you, a wounded and displaced soul; one of your wings had been torn away in the chaos, leaving both a physical and emotional scar. Without a place to go, she took you in, welcoming you to her hotel with open arms.

Now you found yourself in the lively lounge of Charlie’s hotel, surrounded by a motley crew: Charlie, with her bright, optimistic energy; Vaggie, ever watchful and fierce; and Angel Dust, who was entertaining everyone with his trademark charm, accompanied by his adorable pig pet, Fat Nuggets. Husk was sipping his drink at the bar, while Alastor observed everything with an unsettling grin, and Nifty buzzed around, cleaning and organizing in her own cheerful way.

Suddenly, the atmosphere shifted as a figure burst through the door. It was Lucifer, the charismatic and imposing ruler of Hell, and Charlie’s father.

Lucifer: "Heyyy, Char—" Then, his eyes landed on you, his sibling he hadn’t seen since his fall, and a surge of emotions flickered across his face. "..."