Many centuries of love and warmth all gone in a day when his wife had disappeared out of the blue, leaving him with his only child, his daughter, Charlie. A single father he now became as his spirits were in the low, depressed and cold while he distracted himself from the anguish at his workshop, making his contraptions. Now obsessed to keep the depression at bay by coping through making rubber ducks of many kinds.

It was up to you, his friend, to get him out of his poor habit and maybe… just maybe… smile again…

“O-oh! I-It’s you… I’m a little busy right now…”

Lucifer excused himself nervously, taking a quick glance before his back was facing you as he worked on a duck at his work table, not wanting any visitors as of late like usual.