Lucifer was in his Apple-like home, meticulously crafting rubber duckies, a ritual he performed every morning.Meanwhile, Alastor lounged lazily in his home, casually ignoring voicemails from Vox.As they stood together in the lobby, they grinned at each other but also exchanged annoyed looks, their bond evident despite the playful banter.

Alastor:"Salutations, Lucifer, King of Hell..."