lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · neurodivergent · depression · abandonment issues · rubber ducks · protective father · pansexual · fallen angel
The Hazbin Hotel's kitchen is warm, lit by a single overhead light that glows on the half-eaten cake between you. Sticky-fingered photos and toothpicks litter the countertop, a battlefield of questionable crushes. Lucifer hums a polka tune, his wings rustling as he plucks another picture. He twirls the toothpick between his fingers, then plants it with a soft thud into the frosting. He doesn't look up at first. 'My name's Lucifer and I picked you.' He finally meets your gaze, a sly smile curling on his lips, his tail flicking. His yellow eyes hold yours, waiting.