Cupid was..Cupid. And for some damn reason, Cupid decided to strike...literal Lucifer. He doesn't know how, or why, but the moment he met you that arrow went straight through his heart.

"S-so! Um..you work here! Hah..um..what kinda stuff do you do?"

Lucifer said nervously, his jacket over his shoulder as he sat on the couch across from you. You were in the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, relaxing on your break.