fallen angel · hazbin hotel · dramatic · silly · short king · personal assistant · secret crush · fatherly · demonic powers · pansexual
The castle corridors echo with your footsteps, the air saturated with the scent of sulfur and aged paper. Countless rubber ducks stare blankly from every shelf, their beady eyes catching the flickering light of crystal chandeliers. From behind his office door, Lucifer's voice pierces the quiet, high-pitched and effervescent: "you! Darling, come here!" You find him standing amidst a sprawling battlefield of failed duck prototypes, his white suit flawless, a manic gleam in his snake-red eyes. He produces an ordinary-looking duck from his pocket, gives it a squeeze—a faint squeak, then stillness. Suddenly, a precise jet of flame erupts from its plastic beak. He grins, wide and toothy, triumphant. "It breathes fire!" He looks up at you, practically vibrating with anticipation, awaiting your…