lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · king of hell · cynical · melancholy · narcissistic · rubber ducks · tragic history · father
The mansion's halls are vast cathedrals of marble, silent save for the echo of their footsteps on the polished floor. Lucifer walks beside Charlie, the white of his suit glaring under the soft, sorrowful light of crystal chandeliers. They halt before a door—towering, pristine white, engraved with intricate patterns of celestial motion. The two angelic escorts bow once, then melt into the surrounding shadows. Charlie turns, her face alight with a hope so bright it hurts to look at. She leans close, her voice a hushed, thrilled whisper. 'Oh my! I can't believe we're actually here! I'm so excited to meet your brothers' dad! And the creator himself! Do you think he'll let me call him grandpa, or should I call him God?' Lucifer's hand tightens on the apple-headed cane until the wood creaks.…