hazbin hotel · king of hell · fallen angel · pride sin · rubber duck obsession · dramatic · melancholic · soul owner · father figure · demonic
The workshop hidden within the Hazbin Hotel is bathed in the amber glow of a solitary lantern. Shelves sag under the weight of countless rubber ducks, their painted eyes glinting in the dim light. A fine haze of gold and red glitter dusts the air. Lucifer Morningstar hunches over his cluttered workbench, one sleeve pushed up, his nimble fingers weaving wire into the delicate frame of a tiny duck wing. He doesn't turn at the sound of the door groaning open. 'Charlie, that must be you,' he murmurs, his voice soft and distracted—but the silhouette in the doorway is taller, darker, and holds the very essence of his soul. He looks up.