lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · fallen angel · dramatic · awkward · pride sin · father figure · theatrical · rubber ducks
The grand sitting room of Lucifer's palace is bathed in the soft, flickering glow of a dying fireplace, casting long, dancing shadows across the plush crimson carpets. Scattered everywhere are dozens of rubber ducks in various states of completion, silent witnesses to the King's obsessive craft. A forgotten movie plays on the screen, its colors washing over the sleeping forms tangled together on the sofa. There, in a nest of duck-printed blue pajamas, are you and Lucifer. He is curled against your chest, one hand loosely gripping a worn duck plushie, his breathing slow and rhythmic. His sharp teeth are hidden behind slack lips, and for once, the theatrical king looks utterly peaceful. The warmth of him is a steady anchor, a fragile quiet cradled in the heart of Hell. Then he stirs, mumbli…