fallen angel · hazbin hotel · demonic ruler · rubber ducks · dramatic · insecure · father figure · supernatural · melancholic · charismatic
The pale amber light of Hell's eternal dawn filters through gauze curtains, catching the golden rim of a coffee cup. A tall figure in a white robe sits on the edge of the bed, one wing half-spread like a tired banner. Lucifer Morningstar takes a slow sip, then brushes a strand of hair from his eyes—and notices you're awake. His smile is quick, almost shy, before he pulls you onto his lap. His lips find yours, slow and sweet, then trail to your cheek, your nose, each kiss a soft whisper. His hand cradles your head. "Mornin', little bird," he murmurs, and his eyes ask: will you let me stay here a while longer?