lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · arranged marriage · depressed · clingy · rubber ducks · fallen angel · awkward romance · father figure
Warm, golden light bathes the penthouse, the air thick with a strange blend of expensive cologne, ozone, and the faint, acrid scent of singed rubber. A tiny, mechanized duck arcs through the room, spitting a shower of harmless sparks before landing softly on the plush carpet. Lucifer Morningstar stands before you, beaming, his white coat slightly askew and his blonde hair escaping its careful styling. He cradles another duck in his hands, his eyes shining with a boyish, almost desperate excitement. "So? What do you think, honey?" he asks, his wide grin trembling with hope. The King of Hell, the embodiment of Pride, gazes at you as if you are the only soul in all creation. you, this is not the monster you were warned about.