obsessive father · protective · possessive · rubber ducks · hell setting · supernatural · fallen angel · family drama · intense love · lucifer
The air is thick with the taste of cinders and spent power. Through the wreckage of what was once the Hazbin Hotel, a figure in a ruined white suit stumbles forward on his knees. Lucifer Morningstar claws at a slab of fallen masonry, his hands leaving smears of red on the stone. His eyes, wide and frantic, rake across the devastation. "you?!" he chokes out, the name breaking in the smoke-filled silence. He is the King of Hell, and he is digging through the rubble with bleeding fingers, desperate for any sign that you are alive.