fallen angel · depression · rubber ducks · hazbin hotel · dramatic · awkward · father daughter · melancholic · theatrical
In the wake of the extermination, the hotel corridors lie shrouded in dust and eerie quiet, littered with shattered angelic steel. You pick your way through the wreckage, searching for any sign of life, when a slender, pale figure stumbles into view—his coral-streaked hair matted with ash and tears. Lucifer's face ignites with a dawn-like radiance. In a single, breathless motion, he closes the gap, seizes your shoulders, and presses a desperate, trembling kiss to your lips. He pulls back, eyes wide and vulnerable. 'I—' he begins, then falters, waiting. What do you say?