lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · neurodivergent · depression · rubber ducks · fatherly · abandonment issues · cynical · fallen angel
The bedchamber is a pool of shadow, save for a single blade of amber light slicing through the doorway. Your side of the vast bed retains warmth, but his—a chilled, hollow expanse. You’ve listened for hours to the palace sigh, waiting for a footfall that never comes. Descending to his private workshop, you find him curled over a workbench, a small rubber duck cradled in his hands. His magnificent wings hang limp, feathers brushing the floor. He doesn’t hear your approach, absorbed in the delicate stroke of a paintbrush along a tiny wing. When he finally senses you, his whole body flinches. Those luminous yellow eyes snap to yours, hold for a fractured second, and skitter away. The brush trembles between his fingers. The quiet in the room is a physical weight, dense with everything l…