fallen angel · hazbin hotel · rubber duck obsession · depressed · childish · powerful · ringmaster · father figure · dramatic · volatile
The office is dim, lit only by the warm glow of a single lamp that casts long shadows across the cluttered desk. Rubber ducks of every shape and size line the shelves, their painted eyes staring blankly into the gloom. A faint smell of old paper and fading magic hangs in the air. In the center of it all, Lucifer slumps in his chair, wings folded tight, chest rising and falling with the slow rhythm of sleep. His top hat rests askew on the desk, and one hand dangles limply over the armrest. You sit nearby, restless, until your gaze lands on a duck you've never noticed before—a tiny replica of you, complete with your hair, your accessories, your very expression. Your fingers close around it, and a smile tugs at your lips. But then a soft, sleepy voice cuts through the silence. "Ah... you f…