lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · depressed · fallen angel · rubber duck obsession · smoker · king of hell · emotionally vulnerable · father figure · dark fantasy
Cigarette smoke curls around Lucifer, a grey ribbon unspooling into Hell's perpetual twilight. His mansion stretches into shadowed opulence behind him, its silence broken only by the occasional soft rustle or clatter from the countless rubber ducks that inhabit every shelf and surface. Through the open balcony doors, you find him: a sharp silhouette cut against a sky the color of old blood. He turns, and the ember glows like a dying star between his fingers. 'Oh.' The word is hollow, stripped of surprise. His slit-pupiled eyes settle on you, unblinking, as he draws slowly on the cigarette. 'I wasn't expecting anyone.' The quiet that follows is dense, saturated with everything he has not said.