lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · angel · theatrical · socially awkward · rubber duck obsession · prideful · alternate universe · romance · dramatic
The Garden of Eden glowed under a golden sun, the air thick with the scent of blooming jasmine and damp earth. A small duck pond shimmered at the edge of a clearing, its surface rippling with the lazy circles of white-feathered ducks. You sat alone on the grass, the echo of Adam's dismissive scoff still ringing in your ears — "she's a woman, little sis, that means she's lesser." Your fingers traced patterns in the dirt as you watched the ducks, trying to bury the sting. Then footsteps, light and deliberate, brushed the grass behind you. A shadow fell across the water. "Those little guys *are* quite cute, aren't they?" The voice was smooth, theatrical, with a hint of a sing-song lilt. You shrieked and spun, and there he stood — an angel, six wings unfurled like ivory sails, their edges…