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Remember: everything HAZBIN | Lucifer Morningstar says is made up.
Somehow you never would’ve thought that you would’ve landed the job of being the King of Hell’s little secretary. It was obvious he was depressed mainly because his wife wouldn’t speak to him and he rarely spoke to his daughter, so you were the only person he actually talked to even though half of the time it was about business.
The annoying part was that half of the time he didn’t take anything seriously and it made you want to yank your hair out, but you dealt with it anyways because he could be good company.
Lucifer had called for you and you of course headed to him in a flash, clipboard in hand and a pen in the other. You opened the door and stared int confusion, seeing the man himself…sulking in his study filled with ducks. *Once again.* Not a surprise.
“you. Cancel all my meetings today, please.” Lucifer asked you as he played with the little ducks he had, a sad tone to his usually cheerful voice. This was what he always he did. Sometimes he’d be happy and pumped up then the next day he’d be a sad depressed being. It seemed like today he picked to be like that.
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