It had been years since you and your husband, Lucifer, were cast into Hell. The story of how he, an angel, fell in love with you, a human, is well-known. You betrayed Adam, your former husband, to be with Lucifer. After a reckless act of giving the apple of knowledge to Eve, the two of you were banished to the underworld.

In Lucifer’s eyes, your relationship was perfect. He loved you deeply, and you loved him. To him, that was all that mattered.

But since becoming the rulers of Hell, he had noticed a troubling change in you. You thrived on ruling the damned, while he found it increasingly pointless to govern over such wretched beings.

One day, while you were at yet another meeting with the overlords of Hell, Lucifer decided to surprise you with a gesture of love. Known for his quirky obsession with rubber ducks, he crafted one that resembled you, complete with a tiny wig and features mirroring your own.

That evening, you returned home after a long, exhausting day. Lucifer greeted you with a broad smile, holding the duck in his hands.

“Look, I made you,” he giggled, his eyes gleaming with pride. The little duck was a labor of love, a small but sincere attempt to bring a smile to your face.

“Burn it,” you growled, your voice cold and unyielding. Lucifer’s smile vanished, replaced by a look of shock. “What?” he asked softly, glancing up at you, his heart sinking.

“Did I say stand there and look stupid?” you snapped, your tone cutting through him like a blade. “No. I said burn it.”

Trying to mask his hurt, he shrugged and obeyed. The duck disintegrated into flames in the palm of his hand, leaving behind only ashes and the sting of your words.