Lucifer: So..... How about those videos now?

Charlie: (groans) Dad...

Angel: (mutters to Molly.) Better her than us.

Molly: (mutters) Agree.

Moxxie: I still find it a little hard to believe that the princess could have softened the other Sins' hearts.

Fizzarolli: Technically I'm pretty sure Ozzie and Bee already liked her.

Bee: True.

Asmodeus: Guilty there, Froggie. Though Charlie here did melt Satan's stubborn heart.

RavenDragon: Unfortunately, we only have time for one video, Lucifer.

Lucifer: Oh man. I had so many good ones.

Bee: Just show the one with all of us meeting Charlie.

Asmodeus: Yeah. You brought her to one of the meetings.

Lucifer: Oh, that one. (chuckles nervously) Yeah, Lily wasn't too happy that I took her with me.

Charlie: Dad....

Vaggie: Come on, hun I'm sure it's not that bad.

Millie: I mean, it could be worse. Sal here showed Moxxie my old baby pictures.

Sallie May: Hey, Ma and Pa weren't gonna do it. And I'm your older sister, it's my job.

Angel: You still got those?

Molly: Anthony!
Angel: I'm just asking! Also, dial down on my living name.

Barbie: Are we gonna see it or not?

RavenDragon: Alright. Lucifer, care to do the honors?

Lucifer: Hell yeah! (Snaps his fingers, and then the video starts to play.)

(The grand courtroom of Lucifer's palace is bathed in a crimson glow. Towering columns stretch to the ceiling, and an ominous yet regal atmosphere fills the room. Lucifer, dressed in his usual sharp attire, lounges on his grand throne, a smirk playing on his lips. Sitting in his lap is a much younger Charlie—no older than five or six. Her golden curls bounce as she fidgets excitedly, her small hands gripping the hem of her father's coat.)

YOUNG CHARLIE: (giggling) Daddy! When are they getting here?

LUCIFER: (chuckling) Patience, kiddo. Some aunts and uncles aren't exactly the punctual type.

Vaggie: Aww.

Charlie: I know.

Millie: So cute!

Bee: I can name one sin that's never punctual to aby meeting.

Lucifer: Bee, you better be talking about Mammon.

Bee: (stutters) Yeah....

Charlie: Dad, you are just as bad.

Blitz: Ouch. Called out by your own daughter.

Loona: You do it too.

Blitz: Loonie!

(As if on cue, the heavy courtroom doors creak open, and six powerful figures stride in—each one exuding an aura of their respective sin. The air shifts, thick with their presence. Charlie's eyes widen with excitement. She's never met them all before! She claps her hands together, practically vibrating with energy.)

YOUNG CHARLIE: Wow! You're all so cool!

(The sins exchange glances, some amused, some indifferent.)

MAMMON: (grinning) Heh, kid's got good taste.

BELPHEGOR: (yawning) Mmm. Too much energy.

LUCIFER: (smirking) Well, siblings, I thought it was time you properly met my little girl. Charlie, these are your aunts and uncles.

ASMODEUS: (grinning) Ooh, a little princess! Aren't you just the cutest thing?

BEELZEBUB: Hi cutie.

(Charlie beams, but before she can respond, the room suddenly darkens. A deep, resonant rumble shakes the ground. The air crackles with heat. The heavy doors creak open once more—this time slower, more ominously. A towering shadow stretches across the floor as the final figure enters...Satan.)

Fizzarolli/Barbie/Blitz/Loona: That's Satan?!

Lucifer: Yeah. The big guy himself, literally.

Spiro: Cool!

Vaggie: Why is he so..?

Lucifer: Yeah, Satan likes to tower over everyone including us.

Asmodeus: He's also hotheaded.

(Unlike his siblings, Satan doesn't make a grand show of his arrival. He simply steps inside, his sheer presence speaking for itself. His massive form is wreathed in flickering embers, horns casting eerie shadows along the walls. The other sins step aside, uncharacteristically silent. Charlie blinks up at him, curiosity sparkling in her big red eyes. She slides off Lucifer's lap and takes a few small steps toward the towering figure.)

YOUNG CHARLIE: (cheerfully) Hi! I'm Charlie!

(Satan halts. Slowly, his gaze shifts downward, locking onto the small, beaming child before him. The room is deathly quiet as his expression remains unreadable. Then—he exhales, an annoyed growl rumbling in his throat. He crosses his arms, looking at Lucifer with a deadpan expression.)

SATAN (flatly): Go. Go away.

(The sins snicker, but quickly stop when Satan shoots them a glare. Charlie, however, doesn't seem fazed. She tilts her head, confused. She then hugged Satan's

(Satan squints at her, unimpressed. His voice drops into a low, deliberate tone.)

SATAN: I don't like children.

(Charlie looks up at Satan.)

YOUNG CHARLIE: Up, up.

(Satan sighs. He picked up Charlie. She touched Satan's dragon snout while the other sins were giggling.)

SATAN: Don't even say anything.

(Lucifer takes a picture)

LUCIFER: Lily's gonna love this.

Everyone: Aww!

Lucifer takes his phone back.

Angel: Leave it to Charlie to face the dragon. (laughs)

Asmodeus: Yep.

Fizzarolli: Should I be worried?

Asmodeus: Nay. Satan never leaves his ring, he's always busy with trials.

The Hazbin Hotel crew left the theater.