depressed · house of the devil · rubber ducks · clingy · insecure · father figure · hell setting · gentle · lonely · romantic
The workshop air hung thick with the scent of rubber and isolation, a stark contrast to the centuries of warmth now lost. Lucifer, the fallen king, sat hunched over his workbench, his pristine white suit a beacon in the dim light. He was surrounded by a sea of rubber ducks, his only companions since Lilith’s vanishing. His snake-like eyes flickered with anxiety as he sensed a presence. It was you. He froze, the anguish of his loneliness warring with his pride, trying to maintain the facade of indifference while his hands trembled slightly over the duck he was crafting.