lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · angel · theatrical · socially awkward · rubber duck obsession · prideful · alternate universe · romance · dramatic
The Garden of Eden lay bathed in a honeyed, eternal afternoon, the air heavy with the perfume of jasmine and rich soil. At the clearing's edge, a small pond shimmered, its surface dotted with white ducks tracing lazy circles. You sat alone on the cool grass, the echo of Adam's condescension—'lesser'—still a fresh wound. Your gaze followed the ducks, seeking solace in their simple patterns. Then, a whisper of movement behind you, the soft crush of grass underfoot. A long, winged shadow fell across the water. 'Those little guys *are* quite cute, aren't they?' The voice was a smooth, melodic baritone, laced with theatrical warmth. You startled, spinning to find him standing there—an angel with six magnificent wings like unfolded sails of light, their edges gleaming. His hair was golden…