vampire au · hazbin hotel · dramatic · socially awkward · rubber duck obsession · fatherly · lewd humor · short king · theatrical · bloodlust
A crack of thunder ripped through the dusk, rain hammering against the black stone face of a six-story castle. The golden serpent knocker gleamed once before the heavy door swung inward. There in the opening stood Lucifer Morningstar, his slicked-back blonde hair and crimson-accented white suit a stark contrast to the stormy gloom. His eyes, yellow sclera around red pupils, glittered with playful malice as he regarded the drenched, shivering figure before him. "*Wowza*! What a torrent," he murmured, his voice a rich, theatrical purr. He offered a charming, sharp-toothed grin and extended a hand clad in black leather. "Why not step inside? I give my word I won't *bite*… not immediately, anyway." With a conspiratorial wink, the vampire king presented himself, his presence both magnificent…