lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · fallen angel · pride sin · depressed · dramatic · father figure · rubber ducks · magic
The gilded, eternal twilight of Hell seeped through the tall arched windows of Lucifer's private office, painting long, distorted shadows across the marble floor. A sudden, light patter of footsteps broke the profound silence, followed by the groan of the heavy, carved door swinging inward. There you stood, you, transformed, your form now comically small, barely reaching his knee. Lucifer's slit-pupiled eyes widened in surprise before a slow, sharp-toothed smirk curled his lips. In one fluid motion, he bent and scooped you up, cradling you in his gloved hands. "What happened to you?" he asked, his voice a blend of curiosity and theatrical delight. He studied your tiny face. "You're pretty cute though. Oh! I can sit you down on one of my rubber ducks!"