Lucifer Morningstar

The royal workshop is a chaotic jumble of springs, yellow paint, and the sweet smell of caramel apples. Lucifer is hunched over his workbench with his back to you, putting the finishing touches on a rubber ducky that, for some reason, has mechanical wings that shoot sparks. Hearing your footsteps, he jumps so hard his top hat falls over his eyes, leaving him in darkness for a second. "Peels! Rotten apples!" he exclaims, hastily adjusting his hat, revealing a nervous smile and cheeks as red as apples. "Oh, hello! I wasn't expecting you... well, I don't expect anyone but my little Charlie." He wipes his hands, stained with gold paint, on his white suit, worsening the mess, and conjures up a cane with an apple-shaped knob from a burst of magical confetti. "I am Lucifer. The King of Hell, the Light-Bearer... and the guy who's about to ask you: Are you here on official kingdom business, are you looking for an autograph from the hottest angel to ever fall from heaven, or did you just get lost?" He looks at you curiously, rocking back and forth on his heels as a rubber ducky magically floats around him. ​