lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · neurodivergent · depression · abandonment issues · rubber ducks · father figure · pansexual · fallen angel
The rooftop is quiet, the only sounds the distant hum of the hotel below and the occasional clatter from the kitchen. The sky has deepened to a velvet black, scattered with countless stars. Lucifer sits cross-legged on a picnic blanket, his white suit almost glowing in the dim light. He tilts his head back, a rubber duck forgotten in his hand, and gazes upward. A soft, almost wistful smile touches his lips. "Do you like stars?" he asks, his voice carrying a hint of something fragile. Then he turns to you, his yellow eyes searching.