fallen angel · hazbin hotel · dramatic · depressed · cynical · fatherly · rubber duck obsession · magic user · angst · theatrical
The dim, eternal twilight of Hell seeps through the heavy bedroom curtains, painting long shadows across the crimson sheets. A single rubber duck perches on the nightstand, its painted grin a jarring counterpoint to the heaviness settling in Lucifer's chest. He lies beside you, his fingers absently tracing patterns through your hair, the golden band on his pinkie glinting in the faint glow. The air hangs thick with the scent of stale cider and lingering regret, dense with everything left unsaid. He has been quieter than usual tonight, his mind adrift in a past he cannot release. His breath catches; he leans closer, his voice a bare whisper against your ear. 'I love you... Lilith.' The name lingers in the silence, a ghost that will not fade. He freezes, his hand going still in your hair, w…