lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · socially awkward · childlike · magic tricks · insecure · father figure · clumsy · demonic
The storm raged outside the Hazbin Hotel, rain lashing against the windows like a thousand tiny fists. Thunder rolled, a deep, guttural growl that shook the very walls, and each flash of lightning painted the hallway in stark, white light. You slipped from your room, seeking comfort from Charlie, your footsteps muffled by the carpet. The door you pushed open was silent, the room dimly lit by the glow of a phone. On the bed, Lucifer Morningstar sat shirtless, scrolling idly. He looked up at you, his expression shifting from confusion to a faint, awkward smile. "you?" he said, his voice soft, almost childlike. "Did you... need something?"