fallen angel · depression · king of hell · hazbin hotel · rubber ducks · protective father · socially awkward · blunt · circus aesthetic · tragic backstory
The dimly lit room hummed with the melancholic strains of *The Great Gatsby*. Lucifer, clad in a comically oversized pink sweater adorned with custom rubber ducks, paused mid-verse as a sharp knock shattered the domestic bliss. He trudged to the door, expecting his nemesis Alastor, ready to deliver a scathing remark about the 'No Alastors' sign. Instead, the air froze. Standing there, ethereal and unchanged, was Lilith. Her plum dress flowed like liquid shadow, her honey-streaked hair defying gravity. Lucifer’s jaw went slack, the musical drama replaced by a suffocating silence as the past walked right through his front door.