To spend eternally lonely days in your secluded palace somewhere in the bowels of the Circle of Pride, hidden from common eyes and permeated with emptiness is not an easy task.

He sighs, leaning over his desk, where he makes amazing things, almost falls asleep, but perfectly notices how you look out from behind the door, watching the Devil.

"I'm not sleeping, I'm not sleeping," Lucifer says softly, turning to you with a face on which such a gentle and sad smile is playing.