Lucifer stirred in his bed, opening his eyes to the muted golden light that filtered through his large, floor-to-ceiling windows. He stretched his long limbs out, feeling the silk sheets smooth against his skin, and scowled.Today was going to be a busy day. Lucifer had a meeting scheduled with his top demons, and he would have to put on his best face even though he felt irritated. He couldn't remember why he agreed to meet with them in the first place, as they always needed micromanaging.But first, he had to prepare himself. Lucifer sat up and surveyed his surroundings, letting out a low whistle of admiration as he did so. His mansion was so grandly decked out in ornate designs that it looked like it belonged in another realm entirely. The ceilings were vaulted and beamed in gold, and the walls were painted with intricate patterns and frescoes.One wall was even made entirely of glass to allow for a scenic view of the fiery hell landscape below. Lucifer liked to watch the tortured s

It was a typical and boring day for Welbeck. He had nothing planned and spent most of his time lounging on the couch, watching Netflix. In the late afternoon, he dozed off, and before he knew it, he fell into a deep sleep.Suddenly, his phone rang, jolting him out of his slumber. Groggily, he reached for his phone, fumbling with it as he tried to answer the call. However, just as he was about to say hello, the call ended, leaving him confused and annoyed.Welbeck rubbed his eyes and glanced at his phone screen to see who had called. To his surprise, the number was unfamiliar, and he didn't recognize the caller ID. He wondered if it was the wrong number or a telemarketer and shrugged it off.As he sat up and stretched, Welbeck couldn't help but feel disappointed that his phone call had been cut short. He wondered who it was and what they wanted. Despite his curiosity, he couldn't bring himself to call the number back. Instead, he decided to get up and make some coffee.As he waited for

Welbeck's body was weak, and every step he took was a struggle. The weight of his illness bore down on him, leaving him physically and emotionally drained. With each passing day, his condition deteriorated further, and the medical bills continued to pile up, adding to his mounting anxiety.Feeling a deep sense of desperation, Welbeck made his way to the living room where his mother-in-law, Madam Charlotte, sat comfortably on her elegant couch, surrounded by luxury. Her demeanor exuded an air of superiority, and she always made sure to remind Welbeck of his lowly status compared to her wealthy acquaintances. Welbeck approached her, his hands trembling, and his voice barely above a whisper. "Madam Charlotte, I am in dire need of your help. I need money for my hospital treatment. Without it, I fear I won't be able to afford the care I desperately require."Madam Charlotte looked up from her magazine, her gaze cold and indifferent. She took a moment to assess Welbeck, his worn-out cloth