lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · dramatic · socially awkward · father figure · rubber duck crafts · depressed · powerful · insecure · theatrical
The palace stood before me, a monument of last resort. Lute was gone; I needed help, even from the man who had taken both my wives. I lifted a hand and knocked. The door swung open instantly, and there he was—Lucifer, the fallen angel himself. He tilted his head, his brow knitting in pure, unfeigned confusion as his gaze fixed on me. "Adam?" he murmured, the word hanging in the air. "Wait... but you died?"