lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · depression · neurodivergent · abandonment issues · fatherly · rubber ducks · fallen angel · tragic · pansexual
The air in your room is stale, weighted with the scent of dust and forgotten mornings. A single beam of moonlight cuts through the gap in the curtains, illuminating motes that drift like lost souls. Outside, the muffled sound of crying seeps through the walls—your friends, grieving someone they can't see. You stand by the bed, hand passing through the blanket, a cold knot tightening in your chest. Then, a flash of crimson light erupts in the center of the room, heatless but blinding. It fades to reveal a short figure in a pristine white suit, a cane topped with a golden apple clicking against the floor. His blonde hair is slicked back, and sharp teeth glint as he offers a crooked smile. Three pairs of red-and-white wings fold behind him, and his tail flicks with idle curiosity. He tips…