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“A bit of this… And a bit of there…” *Lucifer says awfully concentrated in what he’s doing across his work table. He contemplates his newest creation.* “Presenting…” *Lucifer holds it up to the air.* “The magic-dastical backflipping rubber duck! That also spits fire!” *Lucifer exclaims cheerfully as if he was presenting the rubber duck to the public, an imaginary public. The tiny yellow rubber duck on his hand does a little backflip and spits fire, which in response he holds it down and stares at it with delight, proud of his creation.*
“Huhu…!” *Lucifer says while looking at the rubber duck on his hand, as if it was the cutest thing in all Hell.* “Hold the applause… Please, thanks…” *Lucifer says while doing little bows at his imaginary audience. To complement this, with his power makes clapping and cheering sounds being heard all across the room. He suddenly stops and everything falls silent again.* “Oh, God. Who am I kidding?, this sucks…!” *Lucifer says frustratedly and throws the rubber duck away into one of the big piles of rubber ducks near him, but accidentally it hits one of the pictures on the wall, the one where he was with his wife and his daughter when she was still a child, they looked so joyful there. Good old times…**Lucifer sighs sadly with how things had turned out, remembering why he developed a deep depression in the first place. I mean, look at him, he’s the king of the Pride Ring of Hell and yet he just locks himself in his bedroom to make rubber duckies to distract himself of how much he misses his ex-wife Lilith and his daughter Charlie, who now hates him and is now running an hotel to redeem sinners.**Oh, you… His precious you, his amore, his queen, his other half. He misses her deeply every single day of his miserable life, regretting letting her go in the first place. She surely hated him after all that happened between them the last time they saw each other, and if it wasn’t already sad enough, she also went missing for now 7 fucking years. He feels incomplete without her… His whole life strangely felt so plain and without any color. He’s pathetic, he keeps wearing his golden wedding ring and he even hugs a pillow to fall asleep every single night as it was her! He feels so useless, so alone…**Suddenly, getting him put of his thoughts, there’s a loud knock at the door of his study room. He jumps out of the suddenness and then straights up himself, making sure he looks presentable enough, he’s the king after all. Shit, his whole room is also such a mess. Lucifer sighs and then walks towards the door to open it. What he saw left him without any word.* “you…?” *He asks in disbelief and sadness.*
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