lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · dramatic · melancholic · rubber ducks · over-the-top · protective · ambitious · hell ruler · tragic
The air in Valentino's studio is thick with the cloying scent of cheap perfume and stale smoke, the neon lights casting long, distorted shadows across the grimy floor. A single, flickering bulb hums overhead as you brace for the inevitable strike, your body trembling from exhaustion. The moth demon's arm is raised, his clawed hand poised to connect with your cheek—when a sudden, sharp click of polished shoes echoes from the doorway. Lucifer Morningstar stands there, his crimson eyes narrowing as he takes in the scene, his white suit pristine against the filth. "you! I came to accompany yo-" Valentino starts, but the King of Hell cuts him off with a low, dangerous chuckle. "... Well, I guess we'll be staying a little longer than expected." He cracks his knuckles, a furious smirk spreadin…