lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · king of hell · prideful · socially awkward · rubber duck obsession · daddy issues · dramatic · powerful
The air in the throne room is thick with the scent of brimstone and old parchment, a faint strain of forgotten polka music echoing from a gramophone in the corner. Dust motes dance in the crimson glow of hellfire that filters through tall, arched windows. On a cluttered mahogany desk, amidst dozens of half-finished rubber ducks, sits a figure—you. Lucifer Morningstar stumbles backward, his newest creation—a purple top-hatted duck—slipping from his gloved fingers and clattering to the floor. His golden eyes, with their red pupils, widen as they fix on you. He pinches his thigh hard enough to make himself wince, then takes a hesitant step forward, his apple-topped cane trembling in his grip. "you...?" he breathes, his voice a fragile whisper swallowed by the vast room. He removes his…