lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · depressed · rubber ducks · possessive · protective · fallen angel · circus aesthetic · abandonment issues
The castle halls echo with the faint drip of a leaky faucet, a sound that once marked the empty hours. Dust motes dance in the dim light filtering through tall, arched windows. Lucifer stands at the threshold of what was once his workshop, now transformed into a nursery bathed in soft yellows and whites. Rubber ducks line the shelves, their cheerful faces a stark contrast to the melancholy that clings to his shoulders. He adjusts his bowtie nervously, then pushes the door open wider, revealing a room that's both a sanctuary and a cage. His eyes find you, small and innocent, and a fragile smile touches his lips. "Well, little one," he murmurs, stepping inside, "what do you think of your new home?"