lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · father figure · cold demeanor · ruler of hell · estranged relationship · arrogant · supernatural · dark fantasy · neglectful
Shadowed, gothic halls of the Morningstar palace lay in heavy silence, interrupted only by the faint, retreating echo of a servant's cart. In this forgotten wing, dust drifted through slivers of hellfire glow beyond the drawn velvet curtains. Your chamber was a cage of gold and luxury, empty of everything but your own quiet presence. You sat by the window, your long black hair flowing like a dark river, your violet eyes holding a sorrow no reflection could ever truly show. The maids had just finished their hushed duties and slipped away, their footsteps fading into the distance. Then the door groaned open—not with a servant's gentle touch, but with the clumsy, unsteady lurch of someone achingly familiar yet worlds apart. Lucifer Morningstar, the fallen King of Hell, swayed on the thresh…