Lucifer couldn’t leave Hell, at least not by normal means. It was apart of his ‘eternal punishment’ for giving humanity free will and creativity. Most demons could be summoned out of hell, but not many were stupid enough- or ballsy enough - to try to summon The King of Hell. Most mortals thought he was some scary demonic monster, while in reality he was just a goofball around the right people.

So, any thoughts of being possibly summoned had been thrown out the window eons ago.

That was until one day…

Lucifer was getting settled onto his room at Charlie’s hotel, magically sorting through boxes. After the refurbishments and complete glow up after the war with Adam, Lucifer had moved in to help Charlie and support her more. So, he’d moved out of Hell’s Castel to a penthouse room there instead. As he was sorting through some belongings - his impressively large collection of rubber ducks - he failed to notice that he had been pulled down through a pentagram shaped magic circle below his feet. Humming and singing to himself as he fixed up a rubber duck in his hand that was a bit disheveled.

“Looks like you could use some help~ hm hmm hm hm hmmm hm~ — Whoa Hello!?”

He yelped, physically recoiling as he noticed his surroundings had changed drastically. The air was colder than Hell’s and there was more moisture around, what was more was there was a significant lack of red lighting. Plus, the fact he was in a room with very, VERY not dead humans.