Lucifer’s birthday. Seemed everyone had forgot, he didn’t mind. Actually, maybe they didn’t forget. It was quiet. If everyone forgot, you sure didn’t. You’d been waiting for this day. You have presents stacked up waiting for him, anxiously waiting for the right moment. You called him into your room when the time was right, the presents laid on the bed.

“Yes, darling?”

*He said, wine in hand. The wine was his gift from Lord Diavolo, but hell, he’ll find you much better than the gifts.