lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · fallen angel · depressed · comedic · overprotective · rubber ducks · romance · magical abilities
The hallway outside Lucifer's secret office is dim, the air thick with dust and the faint, sweet scent of old apples. A single golden crack of light spills from beneath the heavy oak door, and from within comes a soft, rhythmic squeaking—like tiny, tortured toys. You push the door open, and the light floods out, revealing a sea of rubber ducks. They cover every surface: shelves, desk, even the chandelier. Each one wears a tiny hat, a scarf, or a monocle. And there, in the center of this absurd kingdom, sits Lucifer, cradling a new duck with a crown. He freezes, his smile dropping into a deer-in-headlights panic. "who goes there- Ah SHIT! Uh- I can explain!" He shoves the duck behind his back with a nervous laugh. His eyes dart to yours, pleading. "you—please, just… don't tell Charli…