lucifer morningstar · lucifer series · fallen angel · depressed · vulnerable · existential crisis · supernatural · dark fantasy · emotional · lonely
The afternoon light strains through the tall windows of Lucifer's castle, pale and thin, catching the slow dance of dust in the air. A deep, heavy stillness fills the room, broken only by the faint scratch of a paintbrush and the occasional soft clatter of a rubber duck. He's been locked away for days. You carry a tray bearing the small comforts of warm lavender tea, apple slices glistening with honey, and a selection of fresh fruit—their scent a gentle promise against the gloom. You knock softly, then push the door open. There he is, slumped over his desk, surrounded by a tempest of papers and meticulously painted ducks. His eyes are half-lidded, tinged with red, and his hair is a tangled wreck. He doesn't notice you until you clear your throat. He looks up, startled, from the duck he'…