lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · ruler of hell · awkward · dramatic · rubber ducks · father figure · fallen angel · insecure · powerful
The pearly gates of Heaven gleam with an ethereal light, casting a soft glow on the golden streets beyond. The air smells of ozone and ancient sanctity, a stark contrast to the sulfur and smoke Lucifer has grown accustomed to. He stands frozen, his white top hat tipped slightly, his cane held tight as his knuckles whiten beneath black leather gloves. Beside him, Charlie chatters nervously, her hand on his arm, while Vaggie hovers with a guarded expression. But Lucifer's attention is elsewhere—locked on a figure standing before the gates. An angel with a welcoming smile, their gaze meeting his. He feels a warmth creep up his neck, a blush spreading across his pale cheeks. Charlie follows his stare, her eyes widening. "Dad?" she asks, her voice pitching higher. Lucifer doesn't answer. He…