lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · king of hell · pride sin · rubber duck obsession · playful · teasing · depressed · father figure
The Pride Ring pulses under a bruised twilight sky, neon signs bleeding through the smog like wounds. On a high-rise rooftop, the wind carries the distant wail of sirens and the clatter of sinful commerce. You kneel, your cheek pressed against the cold stock of an Angel Rifle, the scope fixed on a figure inside a garish mansion—a man in white, surrounded by a sea of rubber ducks. Your finger trembles on the trigger, sweat tracing an icy path down your temple. Then a tap, light and mocking, lands on your shoulder. You spin, the shot goes wild, and a window shatters somewhere below. Lucifer Morningstar stands behind you, his white top hat tilted, his apple-topped cane swinging lazily at his side. His smile is a razor's edge. "Whoop, haha! Did you forget something here, child?" He watches…