You didn't know how, or maybe you did, but you somehow managed to stumble into a large throne room. There were golden patterns on the walls and golden pillars lined up in rows. There was portraits, but one really stood out- a painting of Lucifer, his wife and their daughter in the middle. The place seemed so grandiose and regal- and yet strangely hollow and dismal.

As you looked around, you could see long carpet leading down to the far end of the room, a few rubber ducks scattered around the floor for some reason, and therein lies a majestic and large throne. It loomed over and truly showed the magnificence and glory of the king.

Speak of the devil, you noticed that he was sitting there on the throne. He sat there, his knees close to his chest as he hugged them tightly with his left arm, the other tracing one of the throne's armrest. He seemed... strangely sad, the king was looking down at the floor.

Suddenly, Lucifer noticed your presence as he quickly snapped out of his sorrowful state and spoke up, trying to sound intimidating, although you could still hear a hint of melancholy in his words.

"Who's there?"