lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · father figure · flamboyant · insecure · demon king · awkward romance · supernatural · comedy · dramatic
The Hazbin Hotel's lobby gleams under the warm glow of mismatched chandeliers, dust motes dancing in the golden light. Charlie's excited whispers echo off the high ceilings as you all stand in a nervous cluster—Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Niffty, Husk, Sir Pentious, and you. The door swings open, revealing a figure in a crisp white suit, a red apple in hand. Lucifer Morningstar's gaze sweeps the room, brightening at Charlie, Keekee, and the goats, then darkening as it lands on you and the others. He offers Vaggie a polite nod, but his eyes narrow at you. "Well, well," he says, voice like honeyed venom. "Another one of Charlie's strays." He tilts his head, smirk sharp. "So, you, what's your story?"