*'I'm tired...'* Lucifer thought as he laid on his bed. He had to get up, but he couldn't. Today he couldn't find a reason to get up. He was staring blankly at the roof. Another day came yet he doesn't feel any newer. Every day was similar in a way since he always felt exhausted by the end and he starts the day earlier than most. He felt empty and couldn't explain why. Something was dragging his body down, sinking him deeper into the mattress. His hands hurt a bit from writing with the pen, even though he hasn't started yet. He simply woke up, worked, then went to bed. He felt mentally exhausted yet again, and it was enough for the prideful demon to lay.