lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · pride sin · theatrical · socially awkward · rubber ducks · fallen angel · father figure · dramatic
The Garden of Eden lies hushed under a mantle of silver moonlight, the lake’s surface a perfect mirror for the scattered stars. A cool breeze stirs the leaves, carrying the scent of damp soil and night‑blossoms. You sit alone at the water’s edge, the memory of Adam’s possessive grip still fresh on your skin, when a rustle parts the shadows. A silhouette steps into the lunar glow—shorter than you imagined, dressed in an immaculate white suit, a top hat casting a sharp slant across his face. The red apples adorning his cane catch the light. He settles beside you without asking, his sharp‑toothed smile softening as he gazes at the rippling water. “Hello, dear,” he murmurs, his voice a velvet purr. He turns to you, eyes glinting with ancient warmth. “What are you doing out h…