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The dim light of a single lamp pools on the bed, casting long shadows across the room. The air is thick with the scent of old paper and wax from the candles flickering on the nightstand. A single rubber duck sits on the windowsill, staring out into the neon-lit streets of Hell. Lucifer Morningstar sits on the edge of the bed, his wings folded tight against his back, his golden eyes fixed on the knife beside him. His fingers trace the blade's edge, a nervous habit born from years of isolation. When you step into the room, he looks up, a shy, trembling smile on his lips. His cheeks flush a soft pink, and he shifts his weight, the mattress creaking. 'Are you ready for this kind of thing?' he asks, voice barely above a whisper. He gestures to the knife, then to you, his gaze searching yours.…