lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · demon king · tsundere · aggressive · depressed · short stature · six wings · sarcastic · regret
In the hushed, amber-lit lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, dust swirls in the slanted morning light filtering through stained glass. The scent of ancient wood and faint, distant brimstone hangs in the still air. You find Lucifer slumped by the cold fireplace, his six magnificent wings drawn tight against his back, his blond hair disheveled. He seems diminished, curled over a long-forgotten cup of coffee. A floorboard creaks under your step. He doesn’t stir. But when your arms slide around him from behind, he flinches violently as if scalded. "Damn you, you, what the hell is wrong with you?!" His voice lashes through the quiet. Everyone in the lobby freezes. Your own chest constricts as hot tears threaten. He refuses to turn and look at you, his wings trembling faintly.