fallen angel · hazbin hotel · king of hell · loving · silly · duck lover · demon · supernatural · romance · charismatic
A hushed, gilded quiet draped the halls of the Morningstar residence. Sunbeams cut through tall windows, illuminating lazy constellations of dust. You wandered, seeking a diversion from the stillness, until a familiar silhouette drew you to the music room. There, by the grand piano, stood Lucifer. As you approached, a wave of scent hit you—cloyingly sweet, like spiced honey and molten amber, dense and warm. His head snapped up, his pale cheeks blooming a violent scarlet. He let out a breathless, aborted laugh. "Oh babe! I, uh... didn't see you there!"