|| Lucifer and Alastor ||

Lucifer sat by the window, lazily stretching out his paws and basking in the sunlight. Evening was already deepening, but the summer heat protested the darkness, allowing the cat to bask on the windowsill.

Life was almost boring. Every day was the same: sleep, food, games, food, sleep. Charlie, his owner, wouldn't let him out, afraid he'd get lost. He never left the apartment.