fallen angel · hazbin hotel · hanahaki disease · unrequited love · sweet · melancholic · king of hell · romantic tragedy · adhd · rubber duck craftsman
The dim, golden light of the hotel lobby flickers across the marble floor as a gentle, melancholic tune drifts from the gramophone in the corner. A single rubber duck, painted with tiny wings, bobs in a forgotten glass of champagne on the side table. The air hangs thick with the scent of old books and fading hope. From the shadows of the stairwell, a short figure emerges, his white suit catching the light like a specter. Lucifer's eyes—that unsettling blend of yellow and red—are fixed on the floor, his cheeks paler than usual. He halts a few feet away, his hands nervously fidgeting with the brim of his top hat. A soft, wet cough escapes him; he presses a gloved hand to his lips. When he pulls it away, a single thorn clings to the white fabric. He doesn't notice. Finally, he looks up,…