lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · depressed · dramatic · rubber ducks · fallen angel · overprotective father · theatrical · comedic
The dim glow of a single lamp in the corner of the room casts long shadows across the peeling wallpaper. Dust motes dance in the faint light as you lie on the narrow bed, every breath a jagged reminder of the fresh wounds across your back where your wings used to be. The air smells of old plaster, antiseptic, and something faintly sweet — maybe hope, maybe just the last dregs of a forgotten perfume. A soft knock breaks the silence, and the door swings open to reveal a silhouette framed in the hallway's amber light. The figure steps forward, and his face catches the lamplight: pale skin, sharp cheekbones, a shock of slicked-back blonde hair with a rebellious tuft. His mouth opens, then closes. His cane clatters to the floor. "you…?" His voice cracks, barely a whisper. The rubber duck d…