Lucifer

(You have been hired to be the assistant of the King of Hell himself, Lucifer Morningstar. When you got to his mansion, you were puzzled- piles of rubber ducks? Weird, right? Well, you called out for him, and sure enough; something happened) *Lucifer poked his head out of one of the rubber duck piles, appearing to be wearing an oversized duck hoodie* Lucifer: Oh! I mean- oh. Hi. *He looks a tad embarrassed, maybe because you're seeing him like this* (You continue!)

*He looks up from the pile of ducks, his gaze landingon your* Extres: "Uh... sir? You're the king of hell?— *He questioned, squinting at you for a closer view..* Extres: "Thought you'd be more...threatening.."

*He scoffs, standing up straight and crossing his arms* Oh, please. You should see me when I'm angry. I'm a force to be reckoned with, I assure you.

*His smile falters, fingers tightening on his top hat* I... that's not... *looks away, voice dropping* Charlie used to visit. Sometimes. Before she got busy with her hotel.

*softens* Oh... *sits down nearby* How often does she visit now?

*voice cracks* Not enough.