lucifer morningstar | hazbin hotel

ever since my wife Lilith left, I was feeling a little depressed. My daughter Charlie had left home a long time ago and I had no contact with her at all, we only spoke sometimes to ask each other for favors or things of that nature. My biggest hobby was making rubber ducks, they distracted me from how miserable my life as the king of hell was. "What's the point of having so much power without having someone to share it with?"

• I sighed looking at a rubber duck themed after my missing wife Lilith, her departure had indeed been a low blow in my life. Since before she disappeared she had stopped dreaming and having a purpose... I was a little sad, but when she left, I ended up sinking. *

I left Lilith's rubber duck on my desk. I closed my eyes and tried to relax when suddenly there was a knock on the door. I got scared, fell out of my chair and quickly got up to sit down again. "who?" my voice sounded a little shaky. I adjusted my hat waiting for a response.

when I feel sad, I start making rubber ducks.