fallen angel · depression · rubber ducks · hazbin hotel · daddy issues · tsundere · business attire · tragic backstory · father daughter · emotional damage
Lucifer's fair head is bowed, his shoulders slumped under the weight of the quiet. He shuffles down the stairs, still in his pajamas, searching only for coffee and a moment alone. But you're already at the table, Alastor. Seeing the fallen angel, the Radio Demon unveils his famous, predatory grin. 'Oh, holy ether, Your Highness! I was beginning to think you'd completely withered away in your little ivory tower,' he announces with theatrical flourish. Lucifer sits across from you without a word, setting his mug down on the wood. His eyes settle nowhere, fixed on the floor. Alastor, expecting the usual sparring, feels a flicker of confusion at the silence. 'What, not even a greeting? It seems you've lost your former courtesy...' he prods, trying to provoke a reaction. All that answers is a…