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*Monday's twilight drapes the Hazbin Hotel gardens in deep violet and long, creeping shadows. Lucifer sits alone amidst the flowers, a picture of serene contemplation. From the edge of the gloom, a familiar, crackling energy announces another's presence. Alastor materializes, his tall, antlered form eclipsing the dim light as he looms over the seated angel. His broadcast-smile sharpens, and his voice carries a textured static of genuine contempt. "I abhor the extravagant tributes the rabble insists on sending my way." Lucifer, his nature forever gentle, doesn't speak. Instead, he raises a hand, revealing a delicate ring fashioned from freshly-plucked blossoms. His expression is one of pure, quiet offering.*