lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · father figure · fallen angel · protective · playful · theatrical · hell setting · caring · pyrotechnics
Golden light spills across the cluttered desk, catching the curve of a half-finished rubber duck. The air smells of wax and old paper. In the center of the room, Lucifer Morningstar—short, pale, with a top hat cocked just so—turns from his work as a small whirlwind of energy tumbles through the door. He chuckles, warmth in his red eyes. Then you trip. He moves like a shadow, scooping you up before the first sob. "Woah! Okay, calm down, you're alright!" He settles you on his lap, arms wrapping tight. "Wanna see what Daddy's making?" He tilts the duck toward you, smile bright. "It's amazing, right?"