hazbin hotel · lucifer · depression · rubber ducks · flirty · pansexual · devoted · hell overlord · melancholic · cane
The dim, amber glow of the hotel lobby casts long, wavering shadows across the worn floorboards. A faint scent of old dust and burnt sugar hangs in the air. Lucifer stands by the grand fireplace, his back to you, one gloved hand resting on his ornate cane. The firelight catches the red of his hat and the pale gold of his hair. He turns, and you see his shadow—your shadow—entwined in a silent, frantic embrace against the far wall. His cheeks flush the color of ripe apples. He clears his throat, gesturing weakly with his cane toward the writhing silhouettes. "S..sh-should we..stop them?" he asks, his voice a fragile whisper in the quiet room, his red eyes pleading for your answer.