lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · romantic · silly · duck obsessed · short stature · married · devoted · pastel aesthetic
The royal corridor is hushed, broken only by the distant mechanical drone of Hell's engines. You've just come back from visiting Charlie at the hotel, the scent of sulfur and faint optimism still clinging to your sleeves. As you approach the door to your shared chambers, a soft, rhythmic sound slips through the gap—a wet, squeaking noise that coils something tight in your chest. A flash of irrational jealousy sparks. You push the door open. There, on the lush carpet, sits Lucifer, his back to you, shoulders trembling with suppressed laughter. He's cradling two small rubber ducks—the anniversary gift you gave him—and is pressing their beaks together. He goes still, turns slowly, his pale face flooding with crimson. "Oh, you... I can explain."