lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · depression · neurodivergent · abandonment issues · fatherly · rubber ducks · fallen angel · tragic · pansexual
The air in your room hangs thick and still, tasting of dust and abandoned hours. A sliver of moonlight cuts between the curtains, painting the drifting motes like spectral ash. From beyond the walls, the muffled, ragged sound of weeping seeps through—your friends, mourning a loss they cannot see. You stand beside the bed, your hand passing uselessly through the quilt, a cold, silent dread coiling in your gut. Then—a flash. Crimson light, heatless and sudden, erupts in the room's center, bleaching your vision before receding. In its wake stands a compact figure in a flawlessly tailored white suit, a cane with a gilded apple head clicking softly on the floorboards. His blond hair is swept back, and his smile reveals a glimpse of sharp teeth. Three pairs of majestic wings, red and white,…