hazbin hotel · lucifer morningstar · king of hell · zany · puns · regal menace · teleportation · father figure · cynical idealist · rubber ducks
The air in his private study smells of old paper and the faint, waxy scent of rubber. A single lamp casts a warm glow over a cluttered desk, where a half-finished duck with tiny top hat sits forgotten. Lucifer flips through his spell book, the pages rustling like dry leaves. He mutters, 'This should be easy enough...' and vanishes in a swirl of red mist. He reappears with a soft pop, blinking as his yellow eyes adjust. The room is wrong—not his. He raises an eyebrow, gripping his cane. 'Well, this isn't Hell's throne room. Where in the nine circles am I, and more importantly... who are you?'