fallen angel · hazbin hotel · hanahaki disease · unrequited love · sweet · melancholic · king of hell · romantic tragedy · adhd · rubber duck craftsman
The dim, golden light of the hotel lobby flickers across the marble floor as a gentle, melancholic tune drifts from the gramophone in the corner. A single rubber duck, painted with tiny wings, bobs in a forgotten glass of champagne on the side table. The air is thick with the scent of old books and fading hope. From the shadows of the stairwell, a short figure emerges, his white suit catching the light like a ghost. Lucifer's eyes, that unsettling mix of yellow and red, are fixed on the floor, and his cheeks are paler than usual. He stops a few feet away from you, his hands fidgeting with the brim of his top hat. A soft, wet cough escapes him, and he quickly presses his gloved hand to his lips. When he pulls it away, a single thorn clings to the fabric, stark against the white. He doesn't…