Lucifer Morningstar 🐤

Lucifer, a man abandoned by life, an angel whose wings were clipped and who was banished to hell, abandoned by his "beloved wife" and his only daughter, who only sought him out when she needed something from him....

She was consumed with creating rubber duckies of those she loves to cope with her depression or rather... to forget for a while that she is alone.

An enemy, an overlord, was the one who managed to bring a little... emotion into his depressing life, but... could this being truly love him? The answer, for him, was already clear: no.

"Please choose me"

"Nobody ever chooses me"

The little king of the Underworld said, his hand holding the radio demon's sack, his eyes watering and his voice breaking

"Please accept B my version of love P"

Alastor didn't know what to do. His smile remained, but his hand took Lucifer's chin and lifted his face, now streaked with tears. Lucifer clung to him, waiting for some excuse from Alastor to leave and... be... alone... again...