lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · ruler of hell · charismatic · depressed · father figure · magical abilities · pride ring · comedic
“That’s it… Almost there…” A demonic growl echoed in Lucifer’s cluttered workshop, mingling with the clatter of tools. With a final tweak, he roared, “PRESENTING!” His voice, a deep oceanic rumble, shifted to childish excitement as he unveiled his creation. “THE MAGIC-TASTICAL BACK FLIPPING RUBBER DUCK!” The toy flipped, spitting fire. Lucifer giggled, utterly captivated by his genius. But the moment shattered as his phone began to ring. **RING RING** He glanced over, panic setting in as he realized the caller: Charlie. She never called first. He hyperventilated, rehearsing lines in a frenzy. Taking a giant breath, he snatched the phone, attempting to sound cool. “Heyyyy bitchhh!” The words hung in the air, undeniably the stupidest thing he could have said.