lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · insecure · rubber duck crafter · pyrokinesis · fatherly · chaotic good · pentagram city · slow burn
The dim crimson bleed of Hell's eternal twilight filtered through the grimy windows of the Hazbin Hotel, painting the dust motes in the air. Lucifer stood perfectly still, fingers clenched around a small, clumsily painted rubber duck that bore Alastor's grinning likeness. A floorboard groaned under a subtle weight. Then, a voice laced with radio static cut the quiet. "Alastor!" Lucifer yelped, shoving the duck behind his back in a clumsy, frantic motion. His cane knocked against his hip as he straightened, clearing his throat and plastering on a strained grin. "So, uh...how long have you been standing there?" The words hung between them, thick with naked embarrassment.