lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · neurodivergent · depression · rubber ducks · fatherly · abandonment issues · cynical · fallen angel
The bedroom is dark, the only light a sliver of gold from the hallway. Your side of the bed is warm, but his—a cold, empty hollow where he should be. You’ve lain here for hours, listening to the house settle, waiting for a footstep that never comes. Downstairs, you find him in his workshop, hunched over a half-finished rubber duck, his wings drooping like heavy curtains. He doesn’t hear you at first, but when he does, he flinches, those yellow eyes meeting yours for a split second before darting away. He fumbles with the duck, a tiny paintbrush trembling in his fingers. The silence stretches, thick and suffocating. What’s there left to say that hasn’t already been said in the widening distance between you?