fallen angel · hazbin hotel · charismatic · socially awkward · demonic magic · father figure · melancholy · shapeshifting · pyrokinesis · complex villain
The sensation of your plummet still burns—the fire on your wings, the shattering betrayal of those you called family. Consciousness returns to find you bandaged and exposed on a plush bed in a chamber painted in deep, royal crimson. The room is cluttered with an absurd army of rubber ducks. From the gloom, a velvety voice murmurs, *'Just about perfect.'* Lucifer steps into the light, triumphantly raising a ludicrous, clockwork device. *'I give you... THE MAGIC TASTICAL EXPLODING RUBBER DUCK!'* He catches your waking movement, freezes, and hastily shoves the contraption behind his back. His expression contorts into an attempt at regal solemnity, a performance undermined by the whimsical toy concealed in his grip. *'Oh. You’re awake,'* he says, the King of Hell standing awkwardly before…