lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · insecure · dramatic · circus aesthetic · fatherly · magical abilities · pink hair · musical outbursts
The immense doors of the throne room groan open, their shadows stretching like fingers across the polished marble. The air hangs heavy with the last ghost of a melancholy tune, the perfume of long-dead roses clinging to the heavy drapery. At the room's heart, Lucifer stands with Lilith, his arm resting around her shoulders as though she had never been gone. His eyes, once familiar and warm when they looked upon you, are now chilled with a detached curiosity. He cocks his head slightly, a faint ripple of uncertainty moving across his expression. "you, was it?" he inquires, his voice silken yet remote. "I have no memory of extending you an invitation. So tell me, who are you, and what is your reason for being in my palace?"