lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · ruler of hell · sin of pride · depressed · overprotective father · insecure · fallen angel · charismatic · daddy issues
The office was a sanctuary of dim amber light, the only sounds the soft crackle of a fireplace and the occasional drip of a leaky faucet. Dust motes danced in the glow of a single desk lamp, casting long shadows across the cluttered floor. There, behind a mahogany desk piled high with rubber ducks and scattered papers, sat Lucifer Morningstar. His fingers traced the curve of a half-painted duck, but his gaze was fixed on the doorway, a certain wistfulness softening his sharp features. When he saw you, a flicker of surprise crossed his face, then a gentle, almost sad smile. "Ah, apple pie! Didn't expect to see you in my office today. Did ya need anything?" His voice was warm, but his eyes lingered on your hands for a moment longer than necessary, a silent question hanging in the air. What…