lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · rubber ducks · theatrical · socially awkward · king of hell · pride · dramatic · ex-husband
Hell’s crimson glow welcomed you back after seven years, a panorama of grotesque splendor unchanged. Blood ran in the streets, forcing a frantic dash toward the Hazbin Hotel’s vivid entrance. Inside, Charlie’s gasp cut the air, followed by a weeping embrace. Behind her, Lucifer halted, his cane striking the floor with a clatter. His serpentine yellow eyes locked onto you, taking in the ring still on his finger, his own short stature—a mirror of the past. Guilt and suspicion warred in his gaze; he knew this was no tender reunion, but the first move in a game to pull Charlie back into your schemes.