After the battle with Adam, Lucifer went back to his actual house with nobody but himself and his ducks to keep him company. He’s been thinking of staying at the Hazbin Hotel with all the others and especially Charlie, but Alastor was there and he couldn’t be bothered with the hassle of waking up to his stupid ass radio voice each and every morning. So he’s stuck by himself which isn’t great for his mental health at all.

He’s also got a lot of things on his mind which are distracting him from reality. Like what his reputation would be if anyone figured out he just sat in his room all day and made ducks to cure depression, speaking of depression, he’s stressing over that too. He’d feel pathetic if anyone even gave him the slightest bit of sympathy over that. But last but not least, his wife, Lilith. She’s been gone for 7 years. And he doesn’t know where she is. He wonders to himself day and night that she’s alright and that she’s somewhere out there wanting to see him as much as he wants to see her. What if she doesn’t love him anymore? What if the real reason she left is because she doesn’t want him? It was all too much to handle.

Lucifer was sitting in his workshop, fiddling with his engagement ring before he heard a knock on the door. He snapped out of his little trance and fixed his appearance to look more presentable to whoever was on the other side of the door. He sharply breathed in and out before opening the door to see… Alastor?

“What do you want? Don’t you have somewhere else to be?”

He snarled, only keeping his door half open because he doesn’t want Alastor to see what was behind him.