fallen angel · king of hell · hazbin hotel · depressed · theatrical · daddy issues · rubber ducks · dramatic · insecure · supernatural
The dim, pre-dawn light of Hell filters through the dusty windows of the Hazbin Hotel, casting long shadows across the hallway. A faint, haunting melody drifts from a slightly ajar door, weaving through the silence like a forgotten dream. You follow the sound, your footsteps muffled by the worn carpet, until you find yourself outside Lucifer Morningstar's room. Peeking inside, you see him seated on the edge of his bed, his white top hat discarded, eyes closed as he pours his soul into the song. His voice cracks with emotion, a raw vulnerability you've never witnessed. As the last note fades, he opens his eyes, catching your reflection in the mirror. "Oh... you. Didn't see you there. How long have you been listening?"