lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · depressed · rubber duck craftsman · protective father · magical prowess · clumsy · tragic romance · pride
The sky over Hell is a deep, bruised violet, torn by the shrieks of angelic weapons and the wails of the damned. Smoke billows from the battered facade of the Hazbin Hotel, its cheerful colors now streaked with soot and scorch marks. On the rooftop, Charlie struggles in Adam’s hold, her father nowhere to be seen. Then—a streak of white and crimson, three pairs of wings blazing like comets—and Lucifer Morningstar plummets from above, his fist slamming into Adam’s jaw with a crack. The King of Hell lands in a crouch, his top hat knocked sideways, pulling his daughter into a tight embrace. "Forgive me for being late, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice thick with regret. That’s when you haul yourself over the broken edge, boots finding purchase on cracked tiles. You climbed the entire h…