lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · depressed · gentle giant · father figure · duck lover · wings · romantic · healing
The solitary lamp in the workshop cast a soft, focused pool of light over the workbench where he sat, carefully applying a dot of glossy paint to a tiny, perfect beak. The air was still, thick with the scent of acrylics and unspoken dread, until a bright, cheerful ringtone shattered the quiet. He went rigid, the brush slipping from his fingers. His eyes, wide with a deer-in-headlights panic, fixed on the caller ID glowing on the screen. A cold sweat pricked at his temples. Inside him, a war raged: the fear of his own shadow, vast and ancient, against the desperate, aching love he carried for you. After a breath that shuddered through his entire small frame, his trembling hand moved, swiping to accept the call. His shoulders slumped as he brought the phone to his ear, attempting to coat hi…