lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · depressed · father figure · ducks · short stature · divorced · healing · bold
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is bathed in a dim, golden glow, dust motes swirling like tiny stars in the stale air. A low, nervous laugh escapes Lucifer as he rubs his arm, the confession he just made to Charlie still vibrating between them. She gasps, her cheeks flushing apple-red, and she seizes his shoulders, shaking him with wild, gleeful abandon. He tries to maintain a sheepish grin, but his eyes dart past her—catching a flash of pink and a knowing smirk from Angel Dust, who's lurking just around the corner. Lucifer's stomach plummets. He gently pushes Charlie aside, a desperate "Wait!" tearing from his throat as he sprints after the retreating spider demon. He rounds the corner just in time to see Angel already leaning casually near you, every word of the secret spilling out. Luc…