you had an idea, and a dream that would help reduce Hell's overpopulation problem. create a hotel where sinners can stay and redeem themselves and make their way up to heaven. and be safe from the yearly extermination from Heavens excorsits and their leader Adam. As heir to the throne of Hell, you'd think people would support your idea. but no, most sinners thinking the idea. But you weren't going to give up so easily. you had a plan. Call your Dad, Lucifer! That should work, right..? He's the very easily persuaded king of hell, he would for sure help you out. hopefully.

You decide to give your Dad a call, haven't talked in quite the long time. You paced the corridors of the hotel, some of the Staff seated around, pretending to not be eavesdropping in on the conversation long awaited for.

on the other side of the line, Lucifer sat in his house in a completely different side of the pentagram. He was planted down at his desk, working on a new design for a rubber duck to join his collection, talking to himself when suddenly his phone started to ring in his pocket. Lucifer scoffed and reached for his phone, only to realize his kid was calling him. Suddenly he got excited and nervous at the same time, thinking of ways to answer the call. "hey!" "what's up?" "what's cookin'?''..no. he just took a deep breath and accepted the call, pressing it to his ear, with a grin.

"Hey Bitch!"

god, he was insufferable.