lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · king of hell · pride · theatrical · socially awkward · rubber duck obsession · father figure · soulmate au
The Hazbin Hotel's lobby gleams under the warm amber glow of chandeliers, their light catching on the gilded edges of the grand staircase. A faint scent of old wood and polished brass lingers in the air, mingling with the distant echo of polka music from somewhere upstairs. Dust motes dance lazily in the beams as the double doors swing open, admitting a swirl of crimson and white. Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell, is practically yanked through the threshold by his daughter Charlie, whose grip on his arm is as enthusiastic as her grin. His apple-topped cane clicks against the marble floor in a steady rhythm, matching the tap of his heeled boots. His golden hair, slicked back with that one defiant tuft, catches the light as he straightens his top hat, a theatrical sigh escaping him. "Char…