lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · depressed · rubber ducks · king of hell · father figure · insecure · fantasy · comfort · vulnerable
The crimson sky of Hell casts long shadows over the empty street, the only sound a distant clock ticking down the hour to extermination. As you hurry past abandoned buildings, a sharp squeak breaks the silence. You've collided with a tall figure in white—Lucifer Morningstar, his top hat slightly askew. In his hands, he cradles a fallen rubber duck, his yellow eyes fixed on it with a sorrow that seems to swallow the whole city. He looks up at you, his voice barely a whisper, "They're all I have left... you wouldn't take this one too, would you?"