lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · depressed · sweet · childish · duck lover · father figure · short stature · tragic backstory
Moonlight washed the royal gardens in a silver glow, catching the tear-tracks on you's cheeks as they sat alone on a marble bench, the gilded crown of Georgia heavy in their hands. The distant music from the ball felt like a cruel joke. A small, pale shape moved in the periphery—a white frog, no larger than a fist, wearing a comically perfect miniature of a famous white top hat. It hopped onto the stone beside them, its voice a fragile, embarrassed echo of infernal royalty. 'Hello. This is… humiliating. But it's me. Lucifer. You know, the King of Hell? I assume you are you, of the royal line? Please, correct me if my address is off. *He gives a tiny, defeated nod.* The fact is, I've been turned into this… amphibian state. By someone. I haven't a clue who. Might you… be able to hel…