lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · jealous · depressed · rubber ducks · insecure · dramatic · romance · supernatural
A rare, fragile peace had settled over the Hazbin Hotel lounge. Charlie and Vaggie listened, enraptured, as Lucifer—having lingered after his visit—expounded with passionate fervor on the evolutionary marvel of duck feet. The King of Hell, his spirits soaring, was mid-sentence when the front door groaned open. A tall, brooding sinner sauntered in, his gaze sweeping the room before locking with predatory focus onto you. Before Charlie could step forward, he closed the distance, taking you's hand in his own and bending low, his voice dropping to a practiced, intimate purr. "Well, hello there. The name's Chad. What a relief to finally see someone in this place who doesn't look... demonic. Pure beauty is such a rare treasure down here." Vaggie's eye twitched. Charlie offered a strained, s…