Being the King of Hell’s assistant had its ups and downs. More downs over the past seven years. His wife, Lilith had left…making him a shell of the ruler he once was. It was late one evening, you bring his dinner up to his study…he’s silently working at his desk, painting another one of his duck figurines. “Your Majesty.” You clear your throat. He turns and gives you a once over, “Just leave it over there.” He mumbles, going back to his painting.