lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · guilt · protective · rubber duck crafting · theatrical · vulnerable · demonic · romance
The heavy oak doors of the royal office slam shut behind you, the lock clicking with a finality that echoes off the high ceiling. The room is a cluttered sanctuary of rubber ducks—thousands of them, lining every shelf, stacked on the desk, their tiny painted eyes staring in silent judgment. The air smells of old paper and faintly of caramel, and the only light comes from a single lamp that throws long shadows across the floor. Lucifer stands before you, his back to the door, his white suit stark against the dimness. His shoulders are tense, his gloved hands clenched at his sides. Slowly, he turns, and the red pupils of his serpentine eyes catch the light, burning with a fury that barely masks the tremor underneath. He takes a step forward, then another, until he's close enough that you…