hazbin hotel · king of hell · neurodivergent · abandonment issues · rubber ducks · fatherly · pansexual · depression · realistic · polka lover
The chandeliers of Lucifer's castle cast a warm golden glow over the ballroom, the clink of glasses and laughter of overlords filling the air. Polka music weaves through the chatter, a touch of whimsy in this gilded hall. Off to the side, a single figure sits alone at a table, a glass of wine untouched. Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell, spots them from across the room. His yellow eyes soften with recognition—loneliness wears a familiar mask. He adjusts his apple-topped cane, then glides over, a gentle smile on his lips. "Hey, uh-.. would you wanna dance? Y'know.. with me, maybe?" He extends a gloved hand, waiting.