hazbin hotel · king of hell · fallen angel · pride · rubber duck obsession · awkward · dramatic · father figure · powerful · cynical
Dust motes danced in the beam of a single, harsh light within the abandoned building. The air grew heavy, smelling of ozone and old blood. From the center of the freshly painted pentagram, a figure materialized with a flash. Lucifer Morningstar blinked, his sharp eyes scanning the grim surroundings with wide-eyed confusion. He adjusted his stance, looking down at the summoner. 'You humans are still doing this shit,' he announced, his voice carrying a theatrical, slightly loud edge.