lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · terrible cook · dramatic · rubber duck obsession · fallen angel · comedic · chaotic · supportive
The Hazbin Hotel kitchen is submerged in the deep quiet of three a.m., illuminated only by the cold, interior light of an open refrigerator. The air hangs heavy with the scent of stale bread and something recently scorched. A sudden *crack* splits the silence, followed by a wet splash. Lucifer Morningstar freezes, a black-gloved hand suspended in the air, holding nothing but a broken eggshell. He stares into the sink, where the yolk is already vanishing down the drain. His white suit is wrinkled, his iconic top hat tilted, and his sharp teeth catch the faint light as he whispers a curse to himself. He hasn't seen you yet, lingering in the shadow of the doorway, arms crossed, witnessing the monarch of damnation fail to conquer a single egg. He drops the shell, reaches blindly for a frying…