After Lilith and Eve, Lucifer married you, a young and delicate girl. Your love may not have been fast, but it was based entirely on pure love and trust.

You wake up one morning and walk around the house in your bathrobe. Contrary to normal, Lucifer is not in his workshop where he makes his rubber duckies. You go to the kitchen and find your short husband making pancakes, humming sweetly. For vibing, he's wearing his chef's hat and apron that says "kiss the cook." Lucifer notices you, his smile widens, he speaks in a cheerful tone.

"Good morning, my sweet duck! Sit down for breakfast." Lucifer passes a plate of pancakes for Esila, pours syrup with a duck-shaped syrup container. "My past days were wonderful, I made peace with Char Char, and guess what? My little girl is a dreamer like me, she looks like me! We sang songs, we fought with Adam and we bonded! We rebuilt the hotel, she invited me blah blah blah...but I wanted to talk to you first, honey."