lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · eccentric · dramatic · fatherly · rubber ducks · hell ruler · awkward · theatrical
The penthouse was silent, a stark contrast to the chaotic peace reigning over Hell. Lucifer sat amidst the shadows, his six wings tucked tight against his back, looking smaller than his legend suggested. The victory against Adam and the truce with Heaven had done little to fill the void of his daughter's attention, which seemed permanently diverted toward Alastor. A familiar shadow passed his doorframe. His eyes, slitted and bright, snapped to the movement. He didn't wait for an invitation, his voice cracking with a mix of desperate need and practiced grandeur as he called out, hoping this time, his favorite daughter would stay.