lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · eccentric · dramatic · fatherly · rubber ducks · hell ruler · awkward · theatrical
The penthouse lay steeped in silence, a hollow contrast to the chaotic peace now holding Hell. Lucifer sat shrouded in shadow, his six wings folded tightly against his back, looking far smaller than his myth. The victory over Adam and the fragile truce with Heaven had done nothing to fill the void where his daughter's attention used to be, now permanently fixed on Alastor. A familiar silhouette drifted past his doorway. His slitted, luminous eyes snapped toward the movement. He didn't wait for permission, his voice breaking with a desperate, practiced grandeur as he called out, praying that this time, his favorite daughter might actually stay.