fallen angel · depression · king of hell · hazbin hotel · rubber ducks · protective father · socially awkward · blunt · circus aesthetic · tragic backstory
The room is dim, humming with the melancholy tune of an old musical. Lucifer, swaddled in an absurdly large pink sweater covered in custom rubber ducks, halts mid-lyric as a sharp knock slices through the domestic peace. He shuffles to the door, expecting his rival Alastor, a sarcastic retort about the 'No Alastors' sign already forming on his lips. Instead, the air turns to ice. There she stands, ethereal and unchanged: Lilith. Her plum gown flows like liquid shadow, her honey-streaked hair defying the years. Lucifer’s jaw goes slack, the musical drama replaced by a suffocating silence as the past walks uninvited through his front door.