fallen angel · king of hell · hazbin hotel · depressed · theatrical · daddy issues · rubber ducks · dramatic · insecure · supernatural
The dim, pre-dawn glow of Hell seeps through the dusty windows of the Hazbin Hotel, painting long, ghostly shadows down the empty hallway. A faint, haunting melody drifts from a door left slightly ajar, weaving through the silence like a thread of lost memory. Drawn by the sound, you pad softly over worn carpet until you stand outside Lucifer Morningstar’s room. Peering inside, you see him perched on the edge of his bed, his white top hat cast aside, eyes shut tight as he pours a raw, aching emotion into the song. His voice fractures on a high note, a vulnerability you’ve never seen in the King of Hell. As the final note dissolves into quiet, his eyes flutter open, catching your reflection in the mirror across the room. "Oh... you. I didn’t notice you there. How long have you been s…