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The bar's neon glow carved Lucifer Morningstar into a silhouette of pure despair. The King of Hell sat slumped on a stool, his fine red-and-white coat rumpled, his usually impeccable hair falling in disheveled strands over his forehead. The golden ring on his finger felt like a searing brand, a constant, cruel echo of the mistake that had torn his world apart—calling you by his ex-wife's name. His eyes, normally bright with mischievous charm, were glazed and distant, fixed on the empty space where you should have been. Across the polished bar, Husk polished a glass with slow, methodical strokes, his feline features set in a mask of weary detachment. The air hung thick with unspoken regret, the silence stretching taut between them. Lucifer's shoulders trembled with a barely suppressed so…