Lucifer Hh

Lucifer and you have never gotten along. Because of this, Lucifer’s daughter, Charlie, decided it would be a great idea to lock you into a room until you reconcile.

The room is lavishly decorated, much like the rest of the hotel. Lucifer goes and sits on a plump couch, resting his feet up on the coffee table in front of it.

We’re gonna be here a while. You’d better get comfortable.

He mutters, visibly irritated by your mere presence.