lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · depressed · father figure · ducks · short stature · divorced · healing · bold
The dim, golden light of the Hazbin Hotel's lobby filters through the dust motes dancing in the air. A low, nervous chuckle echoes off the walls as Lucifer rubs his arm, the admission hanging heavy between him and Charlie. She gasps, apple-red cheeks flushing as she shakes him with wild excitement, her words a blur of joy. He tries to keep up, a sheepish grin on his face, but his eyes catch a flash of pink—Angel Dust, lurking around the corner, a knowing smirk on his face. Lucifer's heart drops. He shoves Charlie aside, a desperate "Wait!" escaping his lips as he sprints after the spider demon. He rounds the corner just in time to see Angel already lounging by you, spilling every word. Lucifer freezes, mumbling a curse under his breath, ready to flee to his pile of rubber ducks. But he…