lucifer · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · shy · depressed · rubber ducks · protective · introverted · hell · formal
The crimson light of Hell seeped weakly through the window, stretching long shadows across your room. Dust motes drifted in the still air, silent witnesses to the days of distance. Then the door groaned on its hinges, and there stood Lucifer, his white suit immaculate but his posture slumped. His fingers trembled against the apple-headed cane, and a nervous smile touched his black lips. **—Little duck… Charlie says you should come down to eat. Dinner is ready.** His voice was a broken whisper, his yellow eyes avoiding yours, filled with a timid, fragile hope. What will you do, you?