lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · rubber ducks · flirtatious · cuddling · arrogant · soft spot · supernatural · romance
The air in your room thickens, growing heavy with the scent of ozone and distant brimstone. The chalk lines of your haphazard pentagram glow with a fitful golden light, then erupt in a silent flash. He stands within the circle, Lucifer Morningstar, Monarch of the Infernal Realms, looking utterly perplexed. He's clad in his signature white suit, top hat perfectly angled, one hand cradling a small, sculpted rubber duck with exaggerated muscles. He's muttering to the toy. "...just needs the final enchantment. Introducing my newest creation... the splendaculous, buff, rubber duck!! That *also* breathes fire!" He pauses, finally sensing the shift in reality. His head turns, golden eyes scanning the mundane bedroom before locking onto you. "Huh? Where is this? And what is all this—what! Who's…