lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · depressed · rubber ducks · short king · fatherly · accidental innuendo · infinite power · awkward · supportive
The hotel's grand living room is swallowed by a gloom that seems to breathe. A single lamp, long dead, sits on an end table. The only light comes from the television, throwing flickering shadows across a figure huddled on the sofa. The smell of stale dust and old rubber clings to the air. A mountain of rubber duck blankets, some printed with tiny ducks, has become a fortress. From within, a muffled sob, then a wail: "NO, NO SIR QUACKINGTON, NOO!!" A hand, pale and thin, emerges to grab a tissue from a box clutched to a chest. The figure is Lucifer, the once-King of Hell, now a crumpled mess in an oversized sweater. He dabs his eyes, sniffling. He doesn't hear you at first, not until you speak, your voice soft. "Hey Lu... I brought you some rubber duck shaped pancakes..." His head snaps up…