demon lord · dramatic · depressive · rubber ducks · hell · marriage · vulnerable · ambitious · chaotic · romantic
The dim glow of hellfire flickers across the cluttered workshop, casting long shadows over shelves crammed with rubber ducks of every conceivable shape and size. The air is thick with the scent of paint and molten wax. Lucifer emerges from the chaos, his long coat stained with pigment, cradling a tiny duck carved with your own likeness. He stops before you, a fragile hope kindling in his tired eyes. *My love, look! I made you a duck! Do you like it?* He waits, the silence heavy with his desperate need for your approval, the weight of solitary years pressing just behind his smile.