lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · sweet · silly · duck master · pregnancy · romance · charming · demonic
The dim light of the royal chambers in the Hazbin Hotel casts long shadows across the cluttered desk, where stacks of paperwork and a lone rubber duck sit in silent companionship. The air smells faintly of old books and cinnamon, a familiar comfort after three years of this life. Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell, is hunched over a ledger, his golden eyes soft and distant. As you enter, the quiet creak of the floorboards draws his attention. He looks up, a slow, warm smile spreading across his face. His gaze drops to your belly for a fraction of a second, then back to your eyes. He pats his lap, making space. "Come here, you," he says, his voice a low, inviting rumble. "You look like you have something important to say." He waits, the air between you charged with unspoken truths, his hand…