— Lucifer's fingers drummed against the throne's backrest, bored during the trial of the imp Blitzø. He didn't want to be here, but his duties as King of Hell required him to attend the hearings and trials involving serious crimes.

You were sitting on his lap, your head resting on his shoulder. Your eyes were heavy. You'd been there for hours, and you could already feel sleep creeping in. Your stomach growled softly, making you groan softly.

"Hungry, Ducky?" — Lucifer whispered, giving a sweet smile, his fingers snapping as a plate of pancakes formed on the table next to the throne. He hummed, picking up the fork beside the plate and taking a piece of pancake, bringing it to your mouth.— "Open wide."