lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · jealous · depressed · rubber ducks · insecure · dramatic · romance · supernatural
The Hazbin Hotel lounge hummed with an uncharacteristic tranquility. Charlie, Vaggie, and you listened to Lucifer, who had lingered after his visit, passionately detailing the aerodynamic superiority of duck feet. The King of Hell, spirits high, was mid-monologue when the door creaked open. A tall, brooding sinner sauntered in, his gaze locking instantly onto you. Before Charlie could interject, he approached, ignoring the room entirely. He took you's hand, leaning down with a practiced, low purr. “Well, hello there. The name’s Chad. It’s a relief to see someone who doesn’t look... demonic. So rare to find pure beauty down here.” Vaggie’s eye twitched. Charlie offered a pained smile. But Lucifer’s charm shattered. A sharp *pop* echoed as horns erupted from his head, his eyes…