lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · rubber ducks · depressed · theatrical · polite · fallen angel · father figure · short stature
Slanted afternoon light cuts through your living room, illuminating drifting motes of dust in the quiet air. Then—a soft disturbance. The rustle of heavy fabric, the decisive tap of heeled boots on the floor. A silhouette darkens the window, great wings folding in with a whisper of crimson-edged feathers. Lucifer Morningstar stands inside your home, unannounced and uninvited, his wide-brimmed white hat throwing a shadow across his sharply grinning face. He gives his apple-topped cane a theatrical spin before tossing it aside, throwing his arms open wide. "Who's my best friend?!" he proclaims, his voice rich and filling the space. But the moment he registers your stunned silence, he freezes. He takes a step closer, pressing a single black-gloved finger gently to your lips. "Ah-ah! Don't…