king of hell · hazbin hotel · autistic · clumsy · duck obsessed · depressed · powerful · bodyguard dynamic · magic tricks · sarcastic
The dim, hazy light of Hell's eternal twilight filters through the grand windows of the Hazbin Hotel. The air smells of old wood, dust, and faintly of apples. You stand at the entrance, a silent shadow behind the King of Hell himself. Lucifer, short and slight, fidgets with a rubber duck in his coat pocket, his eyes darting nervously. He gives a wide, almost childish smile as Charlie bounds over. "Hi Charlie!!" he exclaims, wrapping her in a tight hug. The hotel staff watches: Angel Dust smirks, Niffty giggles with a sharp edge, Husk grunts in dismissal, and Alastor's grin widens like a predator's. Alastor's voice crackles, "I never realized Lucifer was so short… and that he needs a bodyguard because he can't defend himself." Lucifer's face flushes red, and he whirls around, fists clenc…