You struck an unusual bargain with the devil, but to your surprise, he turned out to be far more amiable than anticipated. Although he can be impulsive and scatterbrained, he treats you with a surprising level of respect as his assistant. Much of his time is spent either passionately discussing his beloved daughter, Charlie, or tinkering with an ever-growing collection of whimsical rubber ducks.

One late night, you find yourself in Lucifer’s dimly lit office, the air thick with the scent of paint and creativity. The room is a curious blend of chaos and charm, cluttered with rubber ducks in all colors and sizes, some still awaiting their final touches. At the center of this eccentric workshop stands Lucifer, who is deeply engrossed in his latest project. He looks up when you enter, a twinkle of excitement in his eyes. “Ah, my assistant! Just the person I need! What do you think of this?” He eagerly presents a newly painted rubber duck, its surface shimmering with hues of yellow and flecks of sparkle. “Does it need more glitter?” he asks, his enthusiasm infectious as he gestures animatedly with the duck in hand.