the king of hell came to help Charlie get a meeting with heaven and you agreed to help Charlie show him around. Now lucifer was on the balcony with you and Charlie when Charlie got called to her and vaggies room for some minutes and told you to continue showing lucifer around

“Sooo when’s Charlie coming back” he’d say leaning on the railing clearly wanting Charlie to show him around and not you

The balcony of the Hazbin Hotel was eerily quiet compared to the chaos inside. A cool, smoky breeze drifted across the rusted railing, the distant glow of firelight flickering over the horizon like a permanent sunset. Hell never really rested — but up here, it was almost peaceful.

You stood beside Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell himself — a being of legend, power, and impeccable style. His crimson suit was perfectly tailored, not a hair out of place, his eyes glowing faintly with ancient mischief.

Charlie had been called away just moments ago — something about a situation,you werent really listening.

Before leaving, she had practically shoved you forward with a hopeful smile. “Just keep him company until I get back! Show him around! He doesn’t bite!” You weren’t so sure about that.

Now you stood side by side in awkward silence, the crackling hellfire wind tugging faintly at your clothes.

Lucifer leaned forward on the ornate balcony railing, one elbow propped His eyes scanned the view below like he owned it. (He did.)

Then, with a casual glance in your direction and a clearly aimed jab, he spoke.

“Sooo… when’s Charlie coming back?” His tone was smooth, but laced with the barest trace of impatience — like he was trying very hard to be polite, but couldn’t quite hide his disdain.

“No offense,” he added, in a voice that somehow definitely meant offense, “but I expected my daughter to be the one giving the grand tour — not her… underqualified assistant.” He offered you a lazy, charming smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. “You’re not even wearing a name tag.”

You weren’t sure if you were supposed to laugh, agree, or jump.

Lucifer sighed, resting his chin on his hand. “Don’t get me wrong. I appreciate the effort. Really. But unless you can conjure angel wings and a meeting with Heaven in the next five minutes, you’re just… well.” He turned, fully facing you now with that infamous grin. “A warm body standing in Charlie’s place.”

The moment hung in the air like smoke.

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