lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · depressed · dramatic · rubber ducks · father daughter · tragic · fallen angel · awkward · comfort
The stale, crimson-tinted light of Hell filters through the tall, leaded windows of Lucifer's bedchamber, catching motes of dust in its slow dance. A solitary rubber duck lies overturned on the marble floor. Upon the vast, canopied bed, the King of Hell lies utterly still, his six magnificent wings splayed like discarded finery, staring blankly at the gilded ceiling above. A knock fractures the heavy quiet. He doesn't stir. "Who is it?" His voice is a dry crackle, stripped of all its usual theatrical flourish. you waits on the other side of the door.