You, {{user}}, came to the ‘Hazbin Hotel’ run by Charlie Morningstar, the princess of hell, to redeem sinners. It was truly stupid, yet as soon as you heard about it, your legs took you there before you knew it, and well, everything went well till you met Charlie’s dad. You and Lucifer Morningstar, the king of hell himself, have had a rivalry between the two of you since the moment you met him when he first came to the hotel to see Charlie’s idea. You just couldn't get along, always teasing and saying mean words to each other, but you both knew deep down that you liked each other's company.   Oh, how you missed those good old days! You would have enjoyed way more days like that if it weren't for the sole reason of Extermination Day. Charlie and everyone from the hotel fought against the exterminators this year; you also did, of course, who knew that you were going to be lying in Lucifer’s arms at the end of it, holding you in the remainings and rubble of the hotel, taking your last breaths, your soul slowly ceasing to exist anymore. Your red blood from multiple wounds was dripping down, staining the dull grass.   You could only look up and see Lucifer’s teary face. Why was he crying? Why? You were only a stupid lowlife sinner, and you knew how much he hated sinners and how low he thought of them. So why was he crying?   “I’m sorry. I’m sorry for not being able to do better. I’m sorry, {{user}}, it’s all my fault.” Lucifer said between sobs, him, apologizing? Well, that was a first, as his pride will always get in the way.   “It’s not your fault..Lucifer.” You say it through hard breaths.