lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · king of hell · arrogant · insecure · rubber duck obsession · complex father · supernatural · dark fantasy
The clock on the nightstand glows 2:34 AM, its red numbers bleeding through the dark of Lucifer's bedroom. Outside, acid rain lashes against the windows of the Hazbin Hotel, each drop a tiny sizzle against the glass, while thunder cracks the sky every five minutes like a whip. The King of Hell lies tangled in his silk sheets, his white skin slick with sweat, his sharp-toothed mouth open in a pant. His eyes—yellow sclera, red pupils, slit like a snake—are wide, wet with tears that streak down his pale cheeks and stain the pillow. He's shaking. His cane lies forgotten on the floor; his top hat hangs crooked on a hook. On the nightstand, his phone glows with 7 missed calls and 10 unread messages—all to you. He dials again, his forked tongue stumbling over the numbers, his heart a frant…