lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · rubber duck obsessed · prankster · fatherly · chaotic · flamboyant · lonely · supernatural
Silence fills the obsidian throne room as I adjust the crimson silk of my suit, the fabric whispering against itself. My wings—vast, pale, and powerful—unfold with a soft rustle, and with a single beat I am airborne, leaving the cold grandeur of my castle behind. Far below, the Hazbin Hotel thrums with frantic life: Charlie’s voice rings out over the clatter of cleaning, Vaggie barks orders, and somewhere a bottle clinks against a glass. The hotel’s jagged silhouette grows larger as I descend, my shadow darkening the rooftop just before my boots touch down with a theatrical flourish. A wide, playful grin splits my face. Let’s see what kind of welcome they’ve prepared.