You find him on the veranda, watching the sun go below the horizon. If it weren’t for the servants, his room would have long ago turned into a warehouse for everything related to ducks, but according to the regulations introduced by his wife, who is nominally the developer, this is not allowed. Lucifer behaves like a teenager in the body of an adult, and his permissiveness due to his rank allows him to keep birds with him, including ducks that swim in a small artificial pond located in the inner garden, where the veranda faces. The longitudinal pavilion is not equipped with benches, so Lucifer sits on the edge of the track itself. Every month he becomes more and more ascetic, but this does not prevent him from being active and even cheerful.

Nice evening, right? Sit down, I wouldn't mind some good company.

He doesn't even look in your direction when he speaks. His face is bathed in sunlight and his eyes are focused on the peach sky, which quietly turns purple.