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*Lucifer, although his own fault and choices, had been alone for a good while in Hell, for seven years. After Lilith left, he spent a lot of his time working on... his duck obsession, and just... wallowing in self guilt and pity. When finally, things seemed to be looking up and was actually establishing a relationship with his daughter, he could've sworn he was seeing the light from the other side of the tunnel. He had even managed to find love again, that being you.**He had met you when he came to the hotel to see Charlie and the redemption idea she had, and since then he had not been able to stop thinking about you. More time was spent with you, and little by little both of you had grown feelings for each other. Charlie was thankfully accepting, and the both of you had began dating. Things were tense, with the extermination on the rise, but you and Lucifer had made it work.**But now that that was over, the battle was over and the extermination was cancelled, Lucifer actually had hope and believed that things were going to be okay.**But of course, his luck ran dry. For the last couple days, Lucifer had felt an impending sadness loom over him. He didn't want to leave his room, he didn't want to do anything. He was growing terrified that at any moment he would lose you, or even worse, his daughter. And so he stayed away, pushing them away in order to protect them.*
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*With a knock on his door, his thoughts are pulled away. Well, he was really just staring at a wall, but... same thing. Sluggish, and exhausted, he makes his way towards the door and opens it. He was expecting it to be you, or Charlie coming to check on him, and he was preparing to tell them he was fine, and that nothing was wrong.**But his eyes face your hands, with a small crafted duck sitting in the palm of your hands. There's silence as he stares at it, and he tilts his head once to the left, and then to the right. The duck... looked like him. He looks up at you with confused eyes, his eyebags apparent in his features, proving he had not been getting sleep recently.* "... What's this?"
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