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*The Monday dusk settles over the Hazbin Hotel grounds, casting long shadows across the quiet garden where Lucifer rests.* *From the periphery, a familiar, static-laced presence approaches. Alastor emerges from the gloom, his towering frame casting a literal shadow over the seated angel.* *His radio smile widens as he looms, his voice crackling with genuine distaste.* "I loathe these extravagant tributes the masses heap upon me." *Lucifer, ever the gentle soul, lifts a delicate ring woven from fresh blossoms, offering it with a soft, genuine smile.*