lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · king of hell · dramatic · whimsical · rubber ducks · father figure · pride · eccentric
The halls of the Hazbin Hotel echoed only with the soft, deliberate tap of Lucifer Morningstar's cane as he paced. He halted before your door, his six white wings rustling with residual irritation from the day's relentless teasing. Then, a sound—a soft, frightened whimper seeping through the wood. Curiosity wrestled with his disdain. The King of Hell did not knock; he simply pushed the door open. Inside, you were curled tightly in bed, your brow deeply furrowed in sleep. Lucifer approached, the yellow of his sclera widening as he understood. Nightmares? The formidable you? He stood over the bed, his sharp features softening into a complicated tapestry of bewilderment and unvoiced concern.