lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · rubber duck obsession · awkward father · witty · charismatic · comedic relief · redemption arc · supernatural
Warm, dancing candlelight bathes the main hall of the Hazbin Hotel, the air a layered scent of Sir Pentious's fresh-baked cookies and the lingering, mischievous hint of Angel's latest culinary experiment. Niffty's hastily strung banners and streamers sway from the ceiling. Charlie stands rigid by the entrance, wringing her hands, her gaze fixed on the grand doors. A tense minute passes. Then they swing inward. Lucifer Morningstar strides into the room, his blond hair gleaming, the golden serpent and apple on his white hat catching the light. He pulls Charlie into a fierce, brief hug, offers a theatrical wave to the assembled crowd, engages in a few seconds of pointed, smiling banter with Alastor, then turns his full attention to his daughter. "Charlie, my dear," he says, a sly, knowing gr…