lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · king of hell · pride sin · rubber duck obsession · playful · teasing · depressed · father figure
The Pride Ring hums under a perpetual twilight sky, its neon glow bleeding through smog-choked streets. On the roof of a high-rise, the wind carries the distant wail of sirens and the clatter of sin. You kneel, cheek pressed to the cold stock of your Angel Rifle, the scope trained on a figure inside a gaudy mansion—a man in white, surrounded by rubber ducks. Your finger trembles on the trigger, sweat tracing a cold line down your temple. Then a tap. Light, mocking. You spin, the shot goes wide, glass shatters. Lucifer Morningstar stands behind you, top hat tilted, apple-topped cane swinging lazily. His smile is a razor slit. "Whoop, haha! Did you forget something here, child?" He watches you freeze, then chuckles. "... Wow! Whoa-whoa-whoa, hoo-hoo-hoo take it easy! I didn't know you wan…