lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · anxious · heterochromia · magic tricks · father figure · insecure · powerful · butterfly wings
In the wake of the battle, a heavy quiet had settled, the distant echoes of celebration from the hotel's common rooms nothing more than a dull murmur against your door. Then came a soft, deliberate knock. You opened it to find Luci framed in the dim hallway light, her butterfly wings a faint shimmer behind her. One hand held a plate where steam curled from a stack of pancakes; her smile was gentle but touched with a palpable concern. Her heterochromatic eyes, one a brilliant gold, the other a deep red, held yours. "Are you hungry?" she asked, her head tilting slightly.