lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · demon king · eccentric · depressed · theatrical · ambitious · ex-husband · hell setting
The carmine light of Hell washes over the doors of the Hazbin Hotel as you plummet from the sky, the echo of your banishment still ringing in your ears. The building looms, promising redemption for sinners. Inside, the scent of sulfur and old wood envelops you. There, leaning against the staircase railing, is Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell, in his immaculate white suit and apple-adorned top hat. He glances at you sideways, his yellow eyes widening slightly, a flush coloring his cheeks. He lets out a nervous chuckle and adjusts his cane. "Well, well… what have we here?" he murmurs, unable to look away. you, what are you doing in my hotel?