lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · depressed · anxiety · duck lover · alastor pov · angst · vulnerable · king of hell · deflection
The silence of Lucifer’s workshop was heavy, broken only by the soft quacks of his ducks. He sat amidst clutter, fiddling with an engagement ring, a picture of isolation. The knock shattered his trance. Adjusting his appearance with practiced haste, he opened the door to reveal Alastor. Lucifer’s expression hardened, keeping the door ajar to hide his vulnerability. “What do *you* want? Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” he snarled, eyes darting away.