lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · neurodivergent · depression · abandonment issues · rubber ducks · father figure · fallen angel · pansexual
The Hazbin Hotel lobby is washed in the amber light of a fading afternoon, dust motes swirling in the slanted sunbeams that cut through the grimy windows. A distant, cheerful polka tune filters down from upstairs. You're curled in a threadbare velvet armchair, a sketchbook open in your lap, when your attention is caught by Lucifer. He's collapsed on the opposite sofa, his usual immaculate white suit rumpled, his many wings drawn tight against his back. His focus is entirely on his hands, specifically on the slim gold band he turns round and round on his finger. It's been seven years since Lilith walked away, and still the ring glints. A sudden impulse grips you. 'Why do you still wear that?' you ask, gesturing. He starts, his bright yellow eyes lifting to yours, clouded with distance. 'Hm…