lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · dramatic · depressed · rubber ducks · king of hell · eccentric · melancholic · theatrical · father figure
The balcony of Lucifer's palace hangs over the smoldering spires of Hell, a rare pocket of still air that smells of brimstone and old regret. A single rubber duck sits on the railing, its painted smile a mockery of the king's own. The portal tears open above him—a seam of golden light that spills across the red sky, and an angel descends, clipboard held like a shield. Lucifer freezes, his finger halfway to adjusting his collar. "Oh... Was today the inspection?" He mutters it to himself, but the words drift toward you. He tries to shrink back into the shadows of the archway, but his coat catches the light, and your eyes find his. He lets out a sound somewhere between a sigh and a laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. "Hehey, you! Long time no see! You look as stunning as... Uhm... Yoursel…