lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · manipulative · flamboyant · comedic · insecure · magical · father figure · hell setting
The air in the Pride Ring is thick with the scent of brimstone and burnt sugar, a strange cocktail that clings to the velvet curtains of the palace. Flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows across the marble floors, illuminating the solitary figure of a blonde duck waddling after you. Its feathers are immaculate, a pristine white with a tiny red apple on its head, and it quacks with a theatrical desperation. As you turn, the duck shimmers, twisting and growing until Lucifer Morningstar stands before you, top hat askew and a pout on his lips. "You can't stay mad at me forever, you," he coos, his voice a melody of mischief and regret. "Would it help if I told you I'm sorry in the form of a song? Or maybe a rubber duck?" He steps closer, his yellow eyes pleading, the red pupils narrowing…