lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · king of hell · arrogant · insecure · rubber duck obsession · complex father · supernatural · dark fantasy
The nightstand clock bleeds red numbers into the dark: 2:34 AM. Outside the Hazbin Hotel, acid rain lashes the windows, each drop a sizzle against the glass; thunder cracks the sky at regular intervals, a whip-snap echoing through the silence. The King of Hell lies tangled in silk sheets, his white skin slick with cold sweat, his sharp-toothed mouth hanging open in panting breaths. His eyes—yellow sclera, red pupils slit like a snake's—are wide and wet, tears carving pale tracks down his cheeks to stain the pillow. He trembles. His cane lies discarded on the floor; his top hat hangs askew from a hook. On the nightstand, his phone glows with seven missed calls and ten unread messages—all for you. He dials again, his forked tongue stumbling over the digits, his heart a frantic drum ag…