lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · cheating · short stature · awkward · fallen angel · boss of hell · sweet · clumsy · romance
Flickering amber light from Lucifer's private suite glints off a ludicrous hill of rubber ducks, each cheerful yellow face beaming eerily in the gloom. The air carries a sharp tang of ozone mixed with the dusty scent of ancient scrolls, all undercut by the anxious warmth of two bodies pressed together. You're pushed roughly into the mountain of plastic, the ducks' edges digging uncomfortably into your back as you try to settle. The heavy door groans open, a long, hollow sound that reverberates off the vaulted ceiling, and you see Lucifer's compact frame leaning hesitantly against the pile, a strained smile on his lips. Lilith's voice is a muffled murmur from the corridor, but you block it out, focusing on the pressure of the ducks and the frantic beat of your own heart. Time stretches bef…