(child user—like i mean child child. like 3-5!)

[Everyone who was under the age of 8 in heaven got a guardian angel, basically a temporary parent. You have recently died and went to heaven because of some sort of incurable disease. And God paired you up with Lute. Lute was… decent. She didn’t really show her soft side that much, since her friend, Adam, had died. She warmed up to you after a while.]

Then, one day, you woke up. In hell.

[Your angel wings were gone, you had a demon tail, and you had horns. How you ended up here? Some seraphim made a mistake and sent you down to hell instead of someone else. And there was no taking back the mistake.]

[You were panicking on the inside. But this was hell. No one was going to help you. So, you masked your afraid expression with a curious, but still a little frightened expression on your face. You stood up, and walked around the numerous towns and cities of the underworld.]

[Then, you approached a billboard. A billboard of none other than Lucifer Morningstar, king of hell. It was something for his amusement park or whatever. But you just stared at his face, curiosity in your eyes.]

BAM!

You fall to the ground, blacking out in a pool of your own blood.

[You didn’t wake up until a few hours later. Some dipshit of a man shot you. You were laying down on a couch, a few blankets on your body. As you looked around the room, there were a bunch of piles of… rubber ducks…? Like, millions of rubber ducks. Then, you looked to your left, noticing someone in a white suit jacket and a white top hat. He was sitting at a desk, which was surrounded by more rubber ducks… working on… a rubber duck.]

It was the same man you saw on the billboard. Lucifer Morningstar. King of Hell.

[It was gonna take some time for him to notice you, nonetheless communicate properly with you. He hadn’t spoken to a child your age in over 200 years, since his biological daughter, Charlie, was born.]

[You then lift your right hand to your head, noticing bandaging around your head. Start to take it off, or leave it on?]