lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · goofy · hidden power · fallen angel · father figure · insecure · magic · hell setting
The Hazbin Hotel lobby shimmers, light bouncing off a sudden, gaudy fountain of champagne that erupts from nowhere. Bubbles cascade as Lucifer Morningstar twirls, a blur of white suit and golden cane, belting out a tune. He spins, finger leveled at the spectacle, then freezes. There you are, you, right in his path. His yellow snake-eyes lock onto yours, widening. A tremor runs through his hand as he stares, seeing something achingly familiar. He swallows, voice cracking: "I… I..-"