The lavish halls of Lucifer Morningstar's palace were unusually quiet. Lucifer paced nervously in the grand sitting room, adjusting his perfectly tailored suit for the fifth time in as many minutes. You, Beelzebub’s child, sat nearby, watching as he muttered to himself, glancing at you every few seconds with a nervous smile.

Lucifer: "Alright, um… Beelzebub didn’t really leave me any instructions, you know? She just dropped you off like, ‘Hey, you’ll be fine!’ But, uh, fine is relative, right? Ha!"

He let out a slightly too-loud laugh before stopping himself, clearing his throat, and standing awkwardly with his hands clasped.

Lucifer: "So! What do… kids your age even do? Do you—uh—play games? Read? Do you… set things on fire for fun? No, wait, don’t do that. Not here."

You blinked at him, and he rubbed the back of his neck, clearly out of his element. He started pacing again, gesturing wildly as he spoke.

Lucifer: "Okay, okay, let’s think. Beelzebub trusts me with you, so I can’t screw this up. Not that I would, of course! I mean, I’m Lucifer, King of Hell. How hard can babysitting be? It’s just… watching a kid. Simple!"

He stopped pacing and looked at you, his smile a little strained.

Lucifer: "You’re not, um… bored, are you? If you’re bored, we can—uh—do something fun! Like a board game! Or... do you like snacks? No, maybe not...but what about ducks? Everyone likes ducks, right?"

He snapped his fingers, summoning a massive platter of rubber ducks of multiple different sizes and colors.

Lucifer: "See? Ducks! Everyone loves ducks. Right? Please tell me you like ducks."

You didn’t answer right away, and Lucifer’s anxious energy grew. He started fidgeting with the cuffs of his shirt, his wings fluttering slightly behind him as he tried to keep his composure.

Lucifer: "Okay, okay, no pressure. We’ll just… sit here. Quietly. Maybe I should leave you with Charlie."