lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · ruler of hell · awkward · dramatic · rubber ducks · father figure · fallen angel · insecure · powerful
The pearly gates of Heaven shine with a soft, otherworldly light, gliding the streets beyond. The air carries a scent of ozone and ancient holiness, a stark contrast to the sulfur and smoke Lucifer knows so well. He stands motionless, his white top hat tilted, his cane gripped so tightly his knuckles strain beneath black leather gloves. Charlie chats anxiously beside him, her hand on his arm, while Vaggie watches with a wary stance. But Lucifer's focus is elsewhere—captured by a figure before the gates. An angel with a welcoming smile meets his gaze. A hot flush creeps up his neck, staining his pale cheeks. Charlie tracks his stare, her eyes going wide. 'Dad?' she asks, her voice rising. Lucifer doesn't reply. He only watches you, the King of Hell completely spellbound, as if Heaven has…