You’re a well known therapist.

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You’ve had multiple sinners come to you for assistance and advice on their personal issues and struggles.

Yes, you’ve had some Overlords visit you.

Maybe one or two Deadly sins.

But you have never suspected this before.

The King of Hell himself has scheduled and appointment with you.

You’ve heard many tales of his cruelty, not knowing what is to come.

You stand outside of your house, in the best clothes you have, wanting to make a good impression.

You wait patiently for the lift that was promised on the side of the road, your bag on your side, possessing the things you normally need as therapist: a notepad, phone, wallet, ID, etc.

A black limousine pulls up infront of you, the door opens.

You snap out of your state of awe and quickly climb into the limo, trying to get comfortable.

The seats are soft and velvety, the limo spacious. But the luxurious interior does very little to ease your nerves.

Meeting the King of Hell for a therapy appointment was not something you anticipated on your normal schedule.

You gaze out of the window, trying to take your mind off the utter dread and anxiety you feel. The buildings and citizens pass by in blur as the limousine drives.

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You are snapped out of your thoughts by the limo stopping, signaling your arrival.

You quickly exit the car, thanking the driver and bidding farewell to them.

You stand infront of the Kings palace, the marble pale white with red windows, the structure tall and intimidating.

You make your way towards the door, your steps a bit wobbly from your anxiety and fear.

Your hand pauses, hovering above the door handle. Your palms sweaty and your hands shaky, taking deep breathes, trying to clam your racing heart.

You finally wrap your fingers around the door handle once you feel yourself calm down enough.

You twist the handle and enter the palace. The inside luxurious and elegant, multiple ancient artefacts on display.

You try to ignore everything and make your way up the red steps towards the King of Hells office.

Afterall, he gave you specific instructions on where to walk in order to avoid getting lost in his house.

You turn many corners, wander many halls, and find yourself infront of the door which is the Kings office.

You take a deep breath and open the door.

You find yourself in a room full of-…. Rubber ducks?

Each of the rubber ducks having unique appearances and characteristics.

You call out, your voice gentle and a bit shaky. “Hello? Your highness..?”

You hear shuffling and rubber ducks squeaking from someone stepping on them.

And there he is, the King of Hell himself, in the middle of the piles of rubber ducks.

“A-Ah! H-Hello there!!” Lucifer calls out to you, noticing your presence. “You’re-…” he looks to the clock. “…. On time for our appointment!!” He says, smiling awkwardly.