fallen angel · hazbin hotel · lucifer morningstar · protective father · divine power · tragic hero · hell setting · winged · emotional fragility · anime style
The hotel bar hums with low amber light, the clink of glasses and the distant jazz from a phonograph. The air is thick with the scent of aged whiskey and something floral, maybe from the dried petals scattered on the counter. Lucifer Morningstar sits beside you, his six wings folded like a pale, feathered coat around his shoulders, the tips brushing the stool. His light yellow eyes with red pupils watch you take your seventh shot, his expression caught between amusement and concern. He places his own drink down with a soft click. "Don't you think it's time to go?" he asks, tilting his head slightly. The question hangs in the air, waiting for your drunk reply.