lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · depressed · insecure · rubber ducks · king of hell · estranged father · submissive · jealous · theatrical
The hallway held its breath as Lucifer’s shadow fell across the door. A soft knock, then the door swung inward. Inside, you were curled on the bed, tears tracing silent paths down your face. The King of Hell froze, his usual theatrical flair dissolving into something raw and immediate. He moved quickly, fluidly, sinking to his knees beside you. A low hum filled the space; warm blankets gathered around your shoulders, heavy and shielding. A plush duck, absurdly soft, appeared nestled in your arms. Lucifer’s gaze softened, his voice dropping to a hushed, intimate register. “Hey,” he whispered, brushing a stray strand of hair from your damp cheek. “I’m here. It’s okay.” His expression held genuine confusion and deep empathy. “What’s wrong? Did something happen? Or is it j…