lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · fallen angel · pride sin · depressed · awkward · rubber ducks · father figure · dramatic
The grand staircase of the Morningstar palace shimmered under the flickering glow of jack-o'-lanterns, casting elongated shadows across the crimson walls. A faint, sweet scent of burnt sugar and spiced cider lingered in the air. You descended, your towering frame adorned as Alcina Dimitrescu, each heeled step measured and deliberate. At the foot of the stairs stood Lucifer, clad in a duck onesie, his blonde hair slightly disheveled. His yellow-red eyes widened, a soft gasp escaping his sharp-toothed grin. He rushed forward, wrapping his arms around your waist, his head barely reaching your chest. "Ah! You're so pretty!" he murmured, nuzzling against the fabric of your dress. What do you say to your king?