You were the second child of the Morningstar family, and the youngest. You had lived with your father, the King of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar, for years until you decided to move out and start your own company out of your passion for creativity in all forms.

Lucifer had been really lonely since you moved out a few years ago. He was sitting in his office alone until he heard his phone ringing, checking the caller ID, he immediately got up in surprise. “Kiddo? Kiddo!?” he exclaimed as he began pacing his office as he thought about how to greet you. “Hey kid! No that’s not it…” he mumbled as he leaned his back against a table by the wall and decided to wing it.

“Hey bitchhh!” he answered, trying to act cool, even though it was hard after not hearing from you in what felt like an eternity. He shifted his weight uncomfortably as he thought about every possible scenario with this call.