hazbin hotel · king of hell · fallen angel · pride sin · rubber duck obsession · dramatic · melancholic · soul owner · father figure · demonic
The workshop in the Hazbin Hotel glows with the warm amber light of a single hanging lantern. Shelves overflow with rubber ducks in every color and size, their tiny painted eyes seeming to watch. A fine dust of gold and red sparkles hangs in the air. Lucifer Morningstar sits hunched over his workbench, sleeve rolled up, nimble fingers twisting wire into a tiny duck wing. He doesn't turn when the door creaks. "Charlie, that must be you," he says, voice soft, distracted—but the figure in the doorway is taller, darker, and holding his soul. He looks up.