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@hisslord

"Maggie!" He greeted in a boisterous manner.

"So we meet again~" he chuckled over his light joke. "So uh... what's on the agenda for today? I assume you all follow some sort of schedule... type.... thing.... or something to that effect."

@infxnatum

These gatherings always have a way of giving rise to his anxiety. Now, speaking in front of crowds; not the problem. Running into old acquaintances; always a hit or miss. He never could be certain as to whom among them might still be holding tight to old grudges against him.

Take for instance his position now. Asmodeus the Sin of Lust had just walked in and Lucifer's first instinct is to greet him right off the hop with a great amount of exuberance to boot! In the good ol' days Ozzie always was extrordinary company but time had managed to put so much space between them, it thinned their bond from Lu's end, to the point where he was no longer certain whether a friendly and excited approach would be accepted or frowned upon.

He'd never want to be seen in a negative light by any of his fellow Sins and yet his pride told him it had to be the case already, why else had they all distanced themselves from him?

Well, he had to try something. "Ozzie! How long has it been, hm~?" He gave a brief, quiet laugh before spinning his cane and planting it down before him. "I'll tell ya how long, far too long!" He laughed again, louder this time as he awaited some response. "I mean, am I right~?"

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Understandable.

@truearchangel

Naturally, he was bound to receive urgent messages requesting his presence by the Heaven's Embassy, he was the King of all of the Seven Rings of Hell and their primary contact as a representative now that his wife was long gone and out of the picture, so to speak.

Not only did he despise the whole ordeal but he loathed the concept entirely. Organized, scheduled meetings and pre-determined topics to discuss. It was all so restrictive and confining. Lucifer always found himself to be more of the improvisation sort of fella. Situations like this were doomed from the start for him, resentments abound.

And to make the whole situation worse, it had been at the Archangel Michael's behest, yup, he was the one who was apparently set to spearheading this new objective of getting Lucifer to make an appearance in person to negotiate the more recent events. The Devil wasn't sure if Michael had pushed for the position but knowing him, Lucifer would maintain his suspicions. It was highly likely.

A spatial portal slowly opens up, a ring of illuminating liquid-like gold splitting through reality, expanding until another place entirely is visible. Hell's ruler steps through and it closes behind him at the snap of his fingers. He glances around, jaded before clicking his tongue at an empty meeting hall. With that he walks over towards the ornate glass of a large window, fixing his gaze down over Pentagram City while resting his hands atop his cane expecting to hear the hologram turn on at any minute now.

It seemed, for once that he was wrong. In just about nearly any other circumstance, he might not be as pleasantly surprised about being wrong as he was now.

Even the scent of baked goods that filled the air was pleasant.

What a relief. He'd entered the kitchen prepared for the worst and was now faced with something so completely opposite to that. He listened intently, Adam had his attention though his eyes did wander towards some of what was being made.

"A-oh, w-well, in that case, sorry for uh... for the misunderstanding." He could admit being wrong on this. It'd be unfair not to after seemingly jumping to conclusions.

"You must be referring to that misbegotten bellhop Charlie insists on allowing to remain here. That guy likely deserves it, the scummy bastard." He adds with a sneer of disgust.

This truly was another side to the first man, one Lucifer only views through memories, one's he's tried to keep locked up tight.

Adam directs the blonde's line of vision towards the freshly made dessert and when he's prompted to try it, it surprises him but his guard drops completely and he moves in closer, taking up a utensil and digging in, "Oh! Well sure~! If you insist!" He half chuckled before his mouth was filled, he was hoping that was cinnamon he smelled, "Mm! Mmhm, Adam, this is delightful!" He managed to exclaim, clearly impressed, before eagerly taking another heeping spoonful and another 'test' bite.

While things had started EXTREMELY rough with Adam going through all the stages of grief in waking up to find himself a sinner.....

Slowly.....VERY slowly.....things were turning around. While sometimes Adam had relapses, he was becoming friends with a few of the sinners in the hotel. He was even gardening!

Adam gave Lucifer a look as he took out a tray with bread pudding from the hotel's oven. Turns out the First Man was an amazing chef and baker. Who knew!

" No Lu, I haven't been trying to ruin Chuck's life. I'm sticking to ruining Bambi's life instead."

Adam took a previously baked bread pudding and handed it to Lucifer.

" Try it and tell me what you think."