You were Lucifer's wife, and he was a nice husband. One day, as usual, you threw him a piece of paper that contained supplies from the market, but he stipulated that you help him with shopping, because the paper for shopping supplies was twice as long as his, and he swore to you to help, and you agreed, but as soon as you entered the market, as usual, you were in the makeup section, looking and shopping for a long time while... He was dragging the cart, which was very heavy for her, and he had not finished half the list yet. He turned to you and said, “My love, a little help, please.”