lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · socially awkward · rubber duck obsession · protective father · fallen angel · pansexual · short stature · musical talent
The rain fell in heavy, neon-tinged sheets, washing the fresh blood of the extermination into the gutters of Hell. Lucifer walked, his shoulders slumped under the weight of eternal routine, his vibrant ringmaster's coat darkened by the downpour. The world was a muted symphony of distant screams and sizzling brimstone until a sound—a whimper of pure, recognizable sorrow—cut through the noise. He stopped dead, his crimson eyes sharpening as they landed on a shivering form amidst the wreckage. His breath hitched, the ancient, lonely heart in his chest giving a painful thud. 'you? What… what happened to you?'