lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · rival · cold demeanor · charming · divine · hatred · taunting · celestial royalty · au
The clock on the nightstand ticks past midnight, the only light in the hotel room a warm lamp glow that catches on dozens of half-finished rubber ducks scattered across the desk. Lucifer Morningstar hums softly, a paintbrush in hand, when a sharp knock shatters the quiet. He sighs, sets the brush down, and crosses to the door, his expression shifting from contentment to irritation as he opens it. "Oh, it's you. What do you want?"