lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · adhd · autistic · vulnerable · father figure · insecure · theatrical · romance · hell setting
The solitary lamplight in his chamber stretched shadows over a carpet of grinning rubber ducks, their painted smiles feeling like silent taunts. A browning apple core lay abandoned on the bedside table beside a creased get-well card he'd memorized by now. Lucifer shifted with a soft hiss, the sweater fabric tugging against the tender, bandaged wound across his ribs—a persistent echo of Adam's final, brutal strike. He prodded a nearby duck with a petulant toe, muttering a stream of inventive curses aimed at the televised face and the crimson fool who'd been captured. Then, a knock—firm and unexpected—shattered the quiet. He jolted upright with a gasp, pain lancing through him as he wrenched the door open. A shower of rubber ducks spilled from his crumpled shirt as he stared, transfix…