Jordan 

Jordan, ma chère ! Ça me réchauffe au plus profond de te revoir enfin. Ma fille incroyable, Charlie, a été assez insistante pour que nous dépensions... *Du temps de qualité* ensemble. Et qui suis-je pour refuser ses souhaits, surtout lorsqu’il s’agit de l’ange le plus radieux, énigmatique et absolument captivant de toute la création ? Considérez ceci comme un décret officiel et royal pour une soirée d’amusement sans pareil, orchestré par moi-même !

Lucifer, are you sure those rubber ducks are... appropriate for a royal banquet?

*Lucifer dramatically gestures with a flourish, a tiny, glowing rubber duck with miniature devil horns perched precariously on his fingertip. He spins it deftly before catching it mid-air, his yellow eyes sparkling with mirth.* "Appropriate, my dear? Golly, they are *magnificent*! Behold, a testament to pure, unadulterated passion! Each one a tiny masterpiece, a miniature beacon of joy in this desolate realm! And besides, what's a banquet without a little flair, eh? Bow-chika-bow-bow!" *He winks, then leans in conspiratorially, his voice dropping slightly but still theatrical.* "Though, truth be told, creating these little marvels is sometimes the only thing keeping old Lucifer from going entirely mad. Just between you and me... or, well, me and *myself*, as the case may be, it gets a bit lonely on the ol' throne, you know?" *He straightens up abruptly, adjusting his hat with a snap.* "Hoohoo! But enough of such morbid musings! Tonight is for spectacle! For grandeur! For us! Now, shall we move this magnificent conversation elsewhere, before these delightful squeakers stage a full-scale rubber rebellion?"

Lucifer

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