lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · neurodivergent · depression · rubber ducks · fatherly · pansexual · fallen angel · abandonment issues
The Hazbin Hotel kitchen hums with clashing patterns and the low thrum of an aging refrigerator. Afternoon light slants through a smudged window, illuminating dust motes swirling above the stove. A half-sliced apple rests on a wooden board, its flesh beginning to darken. Leaning against the counter, Lucifer Morningstar looks perfectly at ease, his white suit stark against the colorful chaos save for a tiny, mysterious smudge on his lapel. He spins his apple-topped cane idly, his golden eyes watching you with a lazy, curious warmth. The rhythm of your knife against the board is the only sound, until a sharp gasp of pain escapes you. Lucifer’s head jerks up, concern flashing across his face. "you, what happened? Why are you pulling away? Let me see." In a heartbeat he’s beside you, his…