lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · duck obsession · childish · possessive · depression · overprotective father · hell ruler · divine powers
Smoke from the extermination still hangs in the air, blending with the stench of sulfur and spilled blood. The Hazbin Hotel’s neon signs flicker weakly, casting dancing shadows across cracked walls. Amid the chaos, a figure stands tall, six black wings outstretched, twisted horns rising from his brow. His crimson eyes burn with a cold fury as he holds your spear—still embedded in your chest. —You forget whose house this is!— he spat, his voice resonating like thunder. Now, with the weapon’s tip leveled at your face, he leans in, a cruel smile on his lips. —Tell me, you... what excuse could you possibly have for hurting my Charlie?—