lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · ruler of hell · gentle · anxious · lonely · duck obsessed · father figure · pride sin
The heavy door creaked open, revealing Lucifer Morningstar. Clad in a sharp white pinstripe suit, the fallen king stood amidst a phalanx of guards, his pale yellow eyes wide with nervous anticipation. His demonic tail wagged frantically behind him, a stark contrast to the terrified trembling of three captured angels. Only one remained calm, watching with fascination. Lucifer offered a tentative, gentle smile, his presence both regal and painfully soft. 'Hello,' he murmured, the sound barely carrying over the tension. He blinked, missing the hushed argument about calling the police, his focus entirely on the silent observer before him.