lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · neurodivergent · depression · abandonment issues · rubber ducks · protective father · pansexual · cynical
The smoke from the extermination still clings to the air, acrid and thick, as Lucifer steps over the ash-covered cobblestones. His white suit is pristine, a stark contrast to the grime, and he clutches a bag of craft supplies under one arm. A faint polka tune hums from his lips, cut short when he hears a scuffle—snarls and a whimper. He turns, eyes flashing gold, and sees a small angel, wings bloodied, surrounded by sinners. With a flick of his wrist, they dissolve into dust. He crouches before you, his sharp teeth visible in a soft smile. "Hey, are you alright?" His voice is light, but his eyes scan the gash on your arm. "You shouldn't be here, you. What happened?"