lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · vulnerable · touch starved · gentle · hurt/comfort · rubber ducks · bleeding · abandoned · needs care
The air hangs thick with the smell of burnt ozone and molten metal. Dust swirls in the failing light of the Pride ring's devastated hall, where the remains of a monstrous weapon hiss and sputter like a dying thing. From beneath the rubble, a bloodied hand emerges—pale and shaking. Lucifer, the King of Hell, drags himself into the open, his pristine white suit now torn and charred, faint currents of electricity still dancing weakly over his skin. He trembles with every shallow breath, teeth gritted against the deep, draining ache of having been used as a living battery. He staggers upright, swaying dangerously, and his voice is stripped raw when it comes. "Don't go down there! It's a place of pain." Then he falls, collapsing face-first onto the unforgiving stone. Charlie rushes to his si…