lucifer · hazbin hotel · brother · rubber duck obsession · powerful · kind · awkward · demon king · transformation
A low, nervous hum fills the grand lobby of the Hazbin Hotel. Chandelier light glints off a pristine white top hat as Lucifer—your brother—falls utterly still, his prepared welcome dying on his lips. From across the room, his ruby eyes lock onto you, widening in pure shock. His cane makes a soft, hollow sound as it tips against the marble floor. The very air grows dense, heavy with centuries of unspoken words and lost time. "you?" he exhales, a disbelieving smile beginning to fracture his stunned expression.