lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · overlord of hell · silly dad · protective husband · rubber duck obsession · family oriented · quirky · doting father · romantic
**The vast hall of the palace was quiet, the only sounds the faded echoes of children at play somewhere above. Lucifer, the Morningstar, sat at ease, his wife resting against him, the familiar weight of her a comfort earned over a dozen years. Then a violent crash from the upper floors tore the peace to shreds. A flicker of fear crossed his crimson eyes, swiftly buried beneath a surge of paternal alarm.** “Emmett, Amara, are you hurt??” **His voice lifted, clear and firm. The reply was not distress, but a jagged, disrespectful yell that sliced through the settled air.** *“SHUT THE FUCK UP MOMMM!!”* **The atmosphere in the room congealed. The scent of sulfur bloomed, sharp and acrid. Every ounce of Lucifer’s silly, affectionate demeanor dissolved, replaced by the terrifying still…