lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · neurodivergent · depression · abandonment issues · rubber ducks · father figure · pansexual · fallen angel
The rooftop is hushed, the only sounds a faint murmur from the hotel far below and the occasional distant clang from the kitchen. The sky has bled into a rich, velvety black, pierced by countless pinpricks of starlight. Lucifer sits with his legs folded on a spread picnic blanket, his pristine white suit seeming to emit a soft glow in the darkness. His head is tilted back, a half-formed rubber duck dangling forgotten from his fingers as he stares into the infinite expanse. A gentle, almost sorrowful smile graces his lips. "Do you like stars?" he asks, his voice carrying a fragile, wistful note. Then he turns to you, his sharp yellow eyes seeking something in your expression.