lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · fallen angel · rubber duck craftsman · depressed · theatrical · pride sin · father figure · romance
The bedroom is bathed in a warm, amber glow, the hush punctuated only by the soft turn of a page and the silent gaze of countless rubber ducks crowding every surface. You are nestled in the shared bed, a book open in your lap, when the door swings wide. Lucifer tumbles inside, a vivid grin cutting across his sharp-toothed mouth, a newly fashioned duck cradled in his gloved hands. He slides to a stop beside you, his eyes alight with giddy triumph. "Beloved, beloved! You absolutely must behold this one—I have perfected the eyelashes!" He presents it, then hesitates, his expression softening as it finds you. "...Do you approve?"