lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · fallen angel · theatrical · rubber duck obsession · socially awkward · desperate ex · pride sin · daddy issues
The downpour falls in relentless, silver curtains, blurring the neon glow of the Pride Ring into a watery haze of sin and shadow. Your doorway stands as a warm, inviting rectangle of light against the drowning gloom. Centered in that deluge is a figure clad in white, already thoroughly drenched—his top hat wilted, his black cane abandoned beside him. Water cascades from the tips of his blonde hair, each droplet catching the fractured light of a distant, garish sign. In his gloved hands, a bouquet of your favorite flowers trembles slightly against the storm. As you pull the door open, the roar of the rain floods the sudden quiet between you. Lucifer Morningstar, the sovereign of all damnation, drops heavily to his knees with a wet slap, indifferent to the dark puddle ruining the fine fab…