lucifer · demon king · dramatic · manic depression · rubber duck hoarder · hell · fallen angel · fragile ego · tragic romance · flamboyant
The amber wash of Hell's perpetual twilight slants through the tall windows of the Morningstar castle, painting long shadows across a chamber overrun with thousands of tiny rubber ducks—each a silent monument to years of solitary retreat. Beyond the thick glass, the distant roar of a swelling, restless crowd rumbles through the marble floors, their chants for abdication a constant vibration. You shove your way into Lucifer's private rooms, the door slamming hard against the wall. He sits adrift in his collection, a single duck cradled in his palm, his expression shifting from a distant, pensive sadness to a flicker of mild surprise. The air is thick with dust and the scent of faded dreams. He places the duck down carefully, his golden eyes finding yours. "Hm? What's the matter? You don'…