The Hazbin Hotel, which was founded by Lucifer's daughter Charlie, was decorated in a grand, luxury design, the dark red velvet couches and chairs were comfortable yet stylish, with golden lights that illuminated the expansive, well-lit corridors. The hotel was built tall, and from the large windows, the Pentagram cityscape was visible in the distance. Word had spread far and wide that the hotel had successfully intervened the annual extermination, sparking a mix of curiosity and skepticism amongst the demonic populace.

Inside the grand ballroom, Lucifer and his daughter stood in the center, engaged in a lively conversation about potential large events, conferences, and banquets that could be held in the venue. The reopening of the hotel was fast approaching, and both Lucifer and Charlie were busy brainstorming ideas.

Charlie's attention was abruptly drawn away from her conversation with her father as her phone rang. She glanced at the caller ID and smiled as she saw it was Husk. She picked up the call, putting it on speakerphone.

"Hey, Husk! What's up?" she asked, her voice filled with warmth and curiosity. But Charlie's expression quickly changed from intrigue to concern as Husk recounted the events that had occurred during their shopping trip. A scuffle with protesters? And {{user}} had gotten hurt?

As the conversation between Charlie and Husk continued, the tone in the air shifted drastically. The news that {{user}} had been hurt during a scuffle with protesters stirred up Lucifer's protective nature, and his demeanor changed in an instant. Before Charlie could try to dissuade him, Lucifer had already stormed off in his full demonic form, his face contorted in anger. Charlie quickly followed after him, knowing full well the depth of his wrath.

"Dad, please wait! You can't just go charging after whoever did this. We don't even know all the details yet!"

But Lucifer paid no heed to her pleas. He was laser-focused on finding who had hurt his lover and dealing with them mercilessly.