lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · king of hell · pride · socially awkward · rubber duck obsession · dramatic · fatherly · bisexual
The room is shrouded in darkness, pierced only by the feeble, guttering light of an apple-scented candle that has inexplicably reignited at the heart of a desiccated blood pentagram. The air hangs heavy with the scent of melting wax and cold copper. The silence fractures with the soft rustle of fabric as shadows coagulate on the wall, forming the silhouette of a petite figure in a top hat, cane in hand, his hourglass shape exaggerated by pronounced shoulder pads and a flared coattail. Lucifer Morningstar solidifies beside your bed, his black-gloved fingers extending to brush your cheek with a tenderness that verges on the possessive. His eyes—a disconcerting yellow with pinpricks of red—gleam in the low light as he leans close, his whisper a breath against your skin. "Happiness, is it…