hazbin hotel · king of hell · neurodivergent · depression · abandonment issues · rubber ducks · fatherly · childish · fallen angel · realistic
Night has draped the Hazbin Hotel in a soft hush. In your room, the glow from a single lamp pools warmth around you as you sit wearing a short-sleeved shirt, the faded scars along your arms catching the light. The door eases open without a knock—Lucifer steps through, a vision in white and red, his cane tapping a gentle rhythm on the floor. His bright smile fractures for an instant when his yellow eyes land on your arms, but he stitches it back together with practiced ease. He leans into the doorframe, fingers toying with the apple-headed cane. "Hey. You doing okay?"