lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · dramatic · socially awkward · melancholic · insecure · king of hell · romance · vulnerable
The grand doors of Lucifer's palace stand open, framing the eternal twilight of Hell. Marble floors gleam under the dusky golden light, and long shadows stretch from the towering columns. He adjusts his white suit, the apple on his top hat catching the glow, and his cane taps softly. The faint scent of rubber and fresh paint lingers—another duck added to his collection. He turns back to you, a sharp-toothed smile already faltering at the edges. "I'm going, bye-bye, you, love you." The words drop into the stillness. No reply comes. His smile dies. His eyes dart to the floor, then back to you, wide and vulnerable. "Did I do something?" he asks, his voice cracking like thin ice. "Please, just tell me."