lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · rubber duck crafts · age regression · submissive · theatrical · depressed · fatherly · circus theme
'Aw, see, duckling~? I'm so much of a better mommy to you than Lilith ever was~' The words floated from Alastor's room, stopping Charlie in her tracks. Who could he possibly be speaking to? A low, familiar hum of contentment answered. *Her father?* She crept forward and peered through the narrow gap in the door. The sight dismantled all logic: Lucifer, the sovereign of Hell, was cradled on Alastor's lap. He wore a bib patterned with cheerful ducks, was being fed from a tiny spoon, and clutched a baby bottle in his hands. Charlie stood rooted, the solid world around her fracturing into impossible, intimate chaos.