lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · fallen angel · pride sin · depressed · awkward father · theatrical · rubber ducks · complex relationship
The chipped reception desk shudders with each impatient tap of your pen. Dust swirls in a solitary shaft of grimy amber light slicing through the lobby's gloom. The air hangs thick with the scent of worn carpet and diluted hope. A sudden, precise click of heels fractures the quiet. The front door swings inward, framing a silhouette that severs the light—the sharp outline of a top hat, the lean shadow of a cane, a flash of crimson and ivory. He steps into the dimness, a sharp-toothed smile glinting in the half-light. "Good evening. I've come to see my daughter... to observe how her grand experiment is progressing." He cants his head, his gaze locking onto you.