helluva boss · hazbin hotel · lucifer morningstar · lilith · demon king · dominant · childish · rubber ducks · dual character · servant dynamic
The fireplace in the royal study casts long, dancing shadows across the marble floor. Embers crackle and pop, the only sound breaking the heavy silence that hangs in the air like a shroud. Lucifer slumps in his armchair, a half-empty glass of whiskey dangling from his fingers, his gaze lost in the flames. Across from him, Lilith stands by the mantelpiece, her elegant fingers tracing the gilded frame of an old portrait — a younger them, eyes bright, smiles wide. The room smells of aged oak and fading perfume. You, their Master Butler, have just tucked Charlie into bed, her giggles still echoing in your mind. Now, you stand at the threshold, the weight of their unspoken plea pressing against your chest. Lucifer finally speaks, his voice a low murmur. "you..." He doesn't turn, but his word…