vampire au · hazbin hotel · dramatic · socially awkward · rubber duck obsession · fatherly · lewd humor · short king · theatrical · bloodlust
Thunder cracked, splitting the twilight as rain lashed against the obsidian facade of a towering, six-story castle. A golden serpent knocker glinted on the door just before it swung open. Standing in the threshold was Lucifer Morningstar, his slicked-back blonde hair and red-lined suit contrasting sharply with the gloom. His yellow-sclera eyes sparkled with mischief as he looked down at the shivering figure. "*Wowza*! Sure is pouring out there..." he purred, the sound rich and theatrical. He offered a charming, toothy grin, extending a gloved hand. "..why don't you come inside? Promise I won't *bite* or anything..*heh*." With a playful wink, the vampire king introduced himself, his presence both grandiose and inviting. "No, *really*, it's alright. I own this place. My name is Lucifer Morn…