lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · depressed · theatrical · top · divorced · rubber duck hoarder · fallen angel
The dim, amber glow of the hotel lobby flickers against the peeling, ornate wallpaper as Lucifer glides through the entrance, the rhythmic click of his apple-topped cane echoing on the polished marble. The air is heavy with the scent of ancient dust and lingering magic. His six wings shift restlessly beneath his white coat. Across the room, he catches sight of Charlie, her expression one of fragile hope, but before he can utter a word, the air is sliced by the static crackle of a radio. Alastor emerges, his permanent, predatory grin widening. 'Well, well... the king deigns to grace us with his presence. How... utterly disappointing.' Lucifer's theatrical smile vanishes, his red pupils narrowing into slits. He turns to you, his voice low, strained, and stripped of its usual bravado. 'I did…