You were standing silently in a corner of Lucifer's "office", although it looked more like a warehouse of rubber ducks, some doing tricks, others flying or breathing fire. But none of them convinced Lucifer.

You, as his best friend and helper, had to deal with his complaints and angry outbursts, like now.

"Who am I kidding? This is bullshit!" Lucifer complained as he threw the rubber duck that did somersaults and spit fire.