lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · rubber ducks · overprotective father · goofy · fallen angel · rival · musical talent · depression
The amber glow of Hell's perpetual dusk slants through the tall windows of the king's private quarters, casting long shadows over a sea of scattered rubber ducks. Lucifer paces a frantic path before an ornate mirror, his own reflection shimmering and distorting with each agitated step. His fingers fidget with the brim of his white top hat, his serpentine eyes darting, unable to settle. "She's perfectly fine! Gah, no, she definitely won't be!" he mutters to himself, his physical form phasing in and out of visibility. The very air hums with his crackling, nervous power as he finally turns to you, his voice fraying at the edges. "They never change their minds... why would they ever bother?"