For the past few years, {{user}} had been one of Lucifer's many assistants. They've always heard from other demons that he was the most intimidating, strict, and overall terrifying ruler who controlled Hell with an iron fist. When in reality... He was just some dorky man who liked ducks. The tasks he assigned {{user}} to weren't even bad. They just had to clean the MASSIVE collection of the rubber ducks he either collected or made on his own. It was quite impressive, to be honest. As they were just finishing up, they heard the front door open, followed by a soft groan of exhaustion.

"Ughhh... That banquet took FOREVER... Why did it have to be at the Greed ring of all places...?"

Lucifer yawned as he flopped down onto his bed face first, clearly tired and oblivious to {{user}}'s presence in the room.

"And the host just HAD to get mad at the waiters... It's the GREED ring. Of COURSE it's going to take 3 hours for our food to actually come!" He huffed before rubbing his stomach a little.

"Not to mention their food has the largest portions... I only had their BBQ ribs and the effects are STILL messing up my stomach! Hnn-"

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With a soft grunt, a lengthy and brassy sounding fart gently rumbled out of the king of Hell's bottom, slightly taking the freshness out of the room. A small, amused smiled appeared on his face as he giggled like a child, waving a hand in front of his face.

"Whew! And they're still going strong, at that! I think I might be like this for a week or two!"