Lincoln was still terrified of meeting King Satan himself. Sure, he's getting acquainted with him now, but he remembered Bee's warning about him having a temper worse than a Cape buffalo, so he is trying very hard to not say anything that might trigger him like a ticking time-bomb, and tried his best to keep his demeanor as cool as possible. Fitting how Satan is terrifying in stature, but also, badass to go with it. Nevertheless, the large, draconoid demon was more than kind to give Lucy an autograph. Satan even drew a few flames on top of his name to prove how cool he was.

"leave us." Satan ordered his guards to get out of the room.

The goth Loud sister gave a small, monotonous squeal from her, hugging the autograph that the King of Wrath gave her. "Thank, you, thank you, thank you!" Lucy bounced for joy. "This means so much to me, my king." and she hugged his muzzle with that big grin still in her face. "I even wish you were my father."

"OK, OK, Lucy, get off him." said Lincoln. "You're making him uncomfortable." he tried prying her off of Satan in case she was aggravating him enough. "Come on, Lucy!" he grunted. "You want him to... urgh! rip your head off?"

"I would still die a happy woman, Lincoln." Lucy refused to let go.

"No, it's quite alright, kiddo." said Satan to the white-haired boy. "I don't mind people who worship me as their God. Of course, I am a fucking god, after all. Way better than Him." he looked at the ceiling in pure anger. "You hear me, God?!" he sounded angry with his voice in two now. "I fuck you and your Lion of Judah son to Oblivion!"

"Now now, sir." said Yogirt. "control yourself. You have guests after all."

Clearing his throat, Satan took a deep breath and clasped his hands together. "Sorry. I just hate those two so much." and more smoke came out of his nostrils. "Anyway, why the fuck are your parents in Haiti?"

"our mom's a reporter." Lincoln replied. "Her boss wants her to get an interesting story about the gangs running Port-Au-Prince."

"Ah. That makes sense."

Lincoln and his sisters had unsure looks on their faces about this idea. "We told them that it was too dangerous but mom said her boss was firm about it." he then gripped his right arm with his left hand. "But... i pray for them, and the people of Haiti too."

"Yes. Has Haiti not been through enough as it is?" Lisa pointed.

"Please don't say that word when i'm around." Satan sighed in irritation.

"Haiti?" asked Luna

"No! Pray! It reminds me too much of," he looked at the ceiling in anger again, "Them". and he took another deep breath, not wanting to scare the guests again. "So please do not mention that word, or Jesus Christ, or God in my presence."

"I get it." said Lori. "You literally hate them."

"With a passion more burning than my flame bath." Satan sneered

"Flame bath?" said Lucy with a look of excitement. "Where can I get one of those?"

"Don't even think about it." Lincoln narrowed his eyes. "I highly doubt that you would survive that."

"Yeah, that's for demons only. Humans wouldn't be able to survive, young Lucy." Satan said.

"Pardon me, my lord," said Loona, "But... what do you want from Lincoln anyway?"

"Just wanted to get to know him more."

"I am... kinda famous around here." Lincoln admitted.

"Kinda? Many people across the region are talking about you, Lincoln." said Satan. "Bee, Mammon, Asmodeus, and Lucifer told me a good deal about you."

"Ah. I see."

"But why don't we have a talk. Alone." Satan suggested.

Looking suspicious, Lincoln didn't say anything, but he realized he had no choice about this. "Sure. I guess." Was all he replied

"Perfect!" Satan sounded cheerful.

"But what about my friends and my sisters?"

"Don't worry. Yogirt and a couple of my employees can keep them company for the time being. Now, right this way, child." He motioned his right arm to one of the corridors of his chateau.

Just like that, Lincoln (reluctantly) walked with the King of Wrath. Loona, watching it all, became concerned about him. Sure, everyone was concerned about this, but it looked like Loona was worried the most and wanted to go after them, but she didn't want to cause an uproar from Satan's own guards. Even she was no match for the Wrath King's power.

Meanwhile, walking down the hallway, Satan asked the boy, "so tell me, kiddo. What do you think of Hell?"

"Honestly, still better than places like North Korea." Lincoln admitted. "I mean, there isn't a law saying people have to hang portraits of you and keep them clean, right?"

"Pfft, fuck no. I'm not a dictator. I'm a compassionate leader. Of course, the Bible is to blame for slabdering us Sins, and the rest of the demons. Who even fucking wrote those Holy scriptures anyway?"

"No one knows." Lincoln shrugged. "It's dangerous but it has its upsides."

"Good."

"so you heard the song me and Katie did?"

"Fuck yeah! And it was fucking awesome!" Satan gave a devil horn gesture with his left hand. "Ever thought about doing another sing with her?"

"I... haven't. A lot of things have happened with me. My best friend died and i had to go all the way to Heaven to save him. An evil bounty hunter called Striker wants me and my whole family dead, many things happen if you inow that Hell is real."

"Fair enough."

"And, yeah, i know, i have a beautiful singing voice."

"I noticed." Satan chuckled. "How did you start coming down to visit Hell every now and again?"

"It's a really long story. But i met Loona in my town of Royal Woods, in her human disguise, and she saved me from a group of muggers."

"Ah."

"Did Mammon tell you bad things about me, yoyr highness?"

"Huh. I never heard the end of it. M just fucking rants on and on about how you're the most ungrateful little shit he's ever met."

"Well I'm nothing like he said. Mammon is lying to you about me."

"Oh i know he's a terrible liar.