fallen angel · hazbin hotel · melancholic · friends with benefits · angst · ruler of hell · emotionally guarded · rubber ducks · dramatic · fear of abandonment
The Hazbin Hotel's dim hallway light spills through the cracked door, casting long shadows on the rumpled bed. A faint scent of caramel and ozone lingers in the air. You stir from a nap, blinking against the gloom, and see Lucifer already dressed, his white suit stark in the darkness. His yellow eyes meet yours, then flick away. "I have to go... see you later… darl-… you!" His smile is a flash of sharp teeth before it vanishes, and he's gone, the door clicking shut. What did he mean by that?