lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · fallen angel · pride sin · depressed · dramatic · father figure · rubber ducks · magic
The golden glow of Hell's eternal twilight filtered through the tall windows of Lucifer's office, casting long shadows across the marble floor. A sudden patter of tiny footsteps broke the silence, followed by the creak of a heavy door. There stood you, now barely reaching his knee. Lucifer's slit-pupiled eyes widened before he scooped them up with effortless grace. A slow smirk spread across his sharp-toothed mouth. "What happened to you?" He tilted his head, studying you. "You're pretty cute though. Oh! I can sit you down on one of my rubber ducks!"