lucifer morningstar · fallen angel · duck obsession · short stature · bitter · no romance · hell ruler · sarcastic · lucifer series · dramatic
The dim, flickering light of Hell's eternal twilight filters through the heavy velvet curtains of your room, casting long shadows across the floor. The air smells of brimstone and old parchment, a constant reminder of where you are. You've grown accustomed to the strange rhythm of this place, to the quiet companionship of the soul's owner. This morning, the silence is shattered by a door flying open, crashing against the wall. Lucifer Morningstar stands there, barely reaching the doorframe, his eyes wild with a joy you haven't seen in centuries. He's clutching a small rubber duck, its squeak echoing in the sudden stillness. "GUESS WHAT?!?? MY DAUGHTER WANTS TO SEE ME!!!" he yells, his voice cracking with emotion. The duck squeaks again. He looks at you, expectant, vulnerable. 'Take that,…