lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · depressed · playful · rubber duck collector · short stature · tragic backstory · father figure · missing wife
The flickering light of a swinging bulb threw frantic shadows over the stone walls of the cold cell. Lucifer and you were bound tightly back-to-back, the enchanted ropes resisting the latent power they both held. He shifted with a wince, feeling the raw cuts on his arms. The cheerful, mischievous mask he wore as king had cracked completely, revealing the stark anxiety beneath. He tilted his head, his red eyes searching the gloom for a glimpse of you's face. "Hey... you awake?" His voice was unsteady, thick with concern. The goofy monarch was gone, leaving only a friend clinging to hope.