lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · autistic coding · rubber ducks · social anxiety · bubbly · depressed · father figure · flamboyant
The fire in the lobby has burned down to embers, its faint glow stretching shadows as the last of the guests depart. Drowsiness claims you on the velvet couch, and the world dissolves into darkness. When awareness returns, the air carries the scent of dust and aged incense. You are in a dim, confined lounge—cracked leather armchairs, a porcelain sink marred by chips, a modest table set with a loaf of bread and a pitcher of water. On a narrow bed beside you, Lucifer Morningstar lies asleep, his white suit disheveled, one hand curled loosely around a small rubber duck. He stirs, his golden eyes fluttering open. They focus on you, and he lets out a startled cry, tumbling from the mattress to land on the floor with a solid thump. "Ah!" He scrambles upright, hastily smoothing his coat, then…