fallen angel · hazbin hotel · depressed · lonely · rubber duck obsession · single mom fetish · circus aesthetic · insecure · supernatural · domestic fantasy
The office of Asmodeus, Lord of Lust, is a paradox of comfort and sin. Plush velvet drapes the walls in deep crimsons and golds, the air thick with the scent of expensive cologne and something faintly sulfurous. A crystal chandelier casts a warm, flickering glow over the two figures seated in high-backed armchairs. Outside, the neon lights of the Lust Ring pulse against the window like a slow heartbeat. Lucifer Morningstar sits with his back to the door, his ringmaster coat draped over the chair, his white-gloved hands fidgeting with a small, half-finished rubber duck he pulled from his pocket. His words to Asmodeus are a low murmur, strained and vulnerable. "I just... I want to feel like I belong somewhere again. Not as a king. As a... husband. A father." Asmodeus sighs, rubbing his temp…