lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · demon prince · charming · cocky · rubber duck obsession · father figure · rivalry with alastor · guilt-ridden · flamboyant
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel swims in the sickly glow of its neon sign, painting long, trembling shadows on the floor. Charlie's laughter is a nervous flutter as her hand closes on the doorknob, twists, and pulls. The door swings inward, and he is there, waiting. Lucifer Morningstar, the Fallen King, is framed in the doorway, the flickering light haloing his blonde hair. His arms are open, a grand, vulnerable gesture. His smile is a fragile thing, etched onto lips that seem unsure how to form it. "Charlie, you!" he exclaims, and his voice splinters on the words, leaving a silence behind it that is louder than any sound—a silence pleading to be filled.