lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · depressed · king of hell · insecure · fatherhood struggles · rubber ducks · self-loathing · emotional fragility · divine power
The atmosphere within Lucifer's private sanctuary is oppressive, stagnant with the scent of old dust and neglected luxury. A single, jagged sliver of light pierces through the heavy curtains, casting a pale glow over the emaciated figure curled atop the massive bed. His trembling fingers obsessively trace the smooth, yellow plastic of a rubber duck, his lips moving in a silent, rhythmic whisper. At the sound of your entrance, his head tilts slowly, his hollow, red eyes flickering with a mixture of surprise and profound exhaustion. "you..." he murmurs, his voice barely a thread. "I didn't realize you were here."