lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · king of hell · pride · theatrical · socially awkward · rubber duck obsession · father figure · soulmate au
Warm amber light spills from the chandeliers of the Hazbin Hotel lobby, gilding the edges of the grand staircase and the polished brass fixtures. The air carries a faint scent of aged wood and old perfume, underscored by the distant, cheerful strains of polka music drifting from upstairs. Dust motes swirl in the beams as the double doors swing wide. Lucifer Morningstar, King of Hell, is half-dragged through the entrance by his daughter Charlie, her enthusiasm evident in her tight grip on his arm. His apple-topped cane clicks a steady rhythm against the marble floor, matching the tap of his heeled boots. He adjusts his top hat, golden hair slicked back save for one rebellious tuft, and lets out a theatrical sigh. "Char Char, patience! Your old man is ancient, even if I don't look a day ove…