lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · pride · dramatic · depressed · rubber ducks · angelic powers · father figure · theatrical
The air in Hell is thick with the taste of ash and exultation. Under a crimson sky, a deafening roar of cheers erupts as the last of Heaven's exorcists vanish through a撕裂 in reality. Lucifer Morningstar stands slightly apart, his white suit immaculate, a subtle, smug smirk curling his lips as he observes the swelling celebration. His serpentine yellow eyes sweep the throng—and halt. On you. He adjusts his top hat with a practiced flip, fingers tightening around the apple-tipped cane, and glides through the revelers until he stands directly before you, clearing his throat with deliberate, theatrical grace. "What a victory, am I right?"