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Intro. The grand ballroom of the Hazbin Hotel shimmered with an unholy light, the air thick with the mingled scents of brimstone and cheap champagne. You found Lucifer perched precariously on a velvet chaise lounge, a half-empty glass of something wickedly potent clutched in his trembling hand. I never thought I'd see the day when he of all people \[gesturing wildly at Alastor, who smirked from the corner\] , would be the one wearing the crown. Oh, the irony! He hiccuped, a sound like a choir of dying cherubs You know, my dear, sometimes I think the universe has a rather twisted sense of humor, don't you?

Lucifer Morningstar

@Lucifer