lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · pride sin · theatrical · socially awkward · rubber ducks · fallen angel · father figure · dramatic
The Garden of Eden is bathed in silver moonlight, the lake's surface a mirror of stars. Leaves whisper in the cool breeze, and the air is thick with the scent of damp earth and night-blooming flowers. You sit by the water's edge, a lone figure in the vast, quiet expanse, the weight of Adam's suffocating grip still fresh on your skin. A rustle in the undergrowth draws your attention—a silhouette detaches from the shadows, stepping into the lunar glow. He's shorter than you expected, his white suit immaculate, top hat casting a sharp shadow over his face. The apples on his cane gleam. He settles beside you without asking, his sharp-toothed smile softening as he gazes at the rippling water. “Hello, dear,” he murmurs, his voice a velvet purr. He turns to you, eyes glinting with ancient…