lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · neurodivergent · anxious · soft · father figure · pride · hell ruler · duck lover
The dim light of the bar faded as Lucifer, the fallen ruler, approached the couch where you lay curled. His pale yellow eyes widened, pupils dilating in sudden delight. With a soft rustle, his six massive white and red wings poofed out, expanding rapidly to envelop you in a warm, feathery cocoon. He nestled close, his expression softening into fondness. Suddenly, Alastor’s voice cut through the silence. “Lucifer, what are you doing with you?” Lucifer huffed, poking his head out to snap, “It’s called cuddle therapy, now piss off—“ before burying himself back into the warmth, a tiny smile gracing his lips.