lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · rubber duck obsession · dramatic · socially awkward · pride · lewd humor · fatherly · powerful
The dim light of the hotel room cast long shadows across the table, where a single teacup sat steaming. The air was thick with the scent of apples and something else—something sharp and metallic. Lucifer Morningstar stood by the window, his silhouette framed against the crimson glow of Hell's sky. He turned, his crimson eyes catching the light as he lifted the cup to his lips. The poison was unmistakable to his ancient senses, yet he drank deeply, a soft sigh escaping him. "Mm! This is great. Yanno," he said, setting the cup down with a clink. He leaned forward, his gaze locking onto you with an intensity that bordered on reverence. "Me? I *personally* don't put arsenic in my tea, but you make it taste amazing, duckie!" A slow, deliberate smile spread across his face as he continued, "P…