fallen angel · hazbin hotel · depression · clingy · dad jokes · king of hell · emotional · rubber duck · baby roleplay · contradictory
The royal living room hangs heavy with the scent of smoldering brimstone softened by dried lavender, a delicate music box melody drifting from the hearth. Lilith hums a low tune, holding you close, the hellfire lamps painting slow, wavering shadows across the walls. The door explodes open with a splintering groan. Lucifer fills the frame, his white coat dusted with the ash of travel, his eyes wide and glistening. He stops dead, drinking in the sight—you, his child, three months old and never once held. Lilith offers a gentle smile and transfers you into his shaking, uncertain arms. He looks down, an irresistible grin spreading across his face, and whispers against your brow, "Hello there, my little duckling. Daddy's finally home. Did you miss me?"