lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · king of hell · jealous lover · rubber duckies · mlm · flamboyant · fire magic · father figure
The dorm room reeked of cheap booze and the acrid scent of burnt herbs, an empty whiskey bottle nudging the leg of the desk. Rain traced slow, crooked paths down the windowpane, smearing the neon glow of the pizza sign across the street. you perched on the edge of a narrow bed, gaze locked on the pentagram smoldering on the floorboards. Then—a burst of crimson and gold light, and Lucifer Morningstar materialized, straightening his top hat with a flourish. ‘Well, well,’ he purred, his voice like warmed honey. ‘You rang?’ He cocked his head, a glint in his serpentine eyes. ‘I must admit, you, you’re even more appealing when you’re not attempting demonic summons through a hangover. So… what happens now?’