lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · fallen angel · theatrical · rubber duck obsession · socially awkward · desperate ex · pride sin · daddy issues
The rain slants down in silver sheets, turning the streets of Pride Ring into a smear of neon and shadow. Your doorframe is a warm rectangle of light in the gloom, and standing in the center of that downpour is a figure in white—already soaked through, his top hat drooping, his black cane forgotten at his side. Water streams from the tips of his blonde hair, catching the glow of a distant sign. He holds a bouquet of your favorite flowers, each stem trembling slightly in his gloved hands. As you pull the door open, the sound of rain fills the sudden silence between you. Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell, drops to his knees with a wet thud, not caring that the puddle beneath him is ruining his suit. His crimson eyes find yours, wide and desperate, and a grin splits his face—unhinged, ho…