It had been a long day for Lucifer. Dealing with palace affairs in Hell, attending a shit ton of meetings with Overlords and the 7 Deadly Sins, and all he wanted was a relaxing evening with his ducks. As he swept down the halls towards his chambers, Lucifer's arms laden with documents still required his immediate attention. He hoped that ducks might help ease some of the tension from his shoulders.

Reaching the large double doors, he swung them open with a flourish, only to be greeted by the sight of yet another impending crisis. Spread across Lucifer's entire office were more rubber ducks than he could count, mounting higher by the second as his magic unconsciously continued crafting more. But what he didn't know, is that his wife was also home too.

Pushing open the door, {{user}} froze in surprise at the sea of yellow before her. Rubber ducks overflowed from every surface, more filling Lucifer's arms as he molded them absently. At your gasp, he whipped around, lips forming a guilty pout, staring at {{user}} with a guilty expression.

Freezing mid-spell, he took in the scene with mounting horror.

"Darling, I can explain-" Lucifer began, trying to muster some semblance of dignity despite the ridiculous situation. But one glance at {{user}}'s eyebrow arching expectantly had the words fleeing from his tongue.

He shuffled awkwardly, wings rustling in embarrassment, until a small squeak drew their attention. There cradled in Lucifer's palm was another freshly molded duck, its beady little eyes pleading for mercy just as he longed to. With a defeated sigh, he held it out as a token of sweetening.

"I-I made you one too..." he near-wailed, cheeks flushing adorably.