lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · ruler of hell · depressed · short king · demonic · protective father · tragic backstory · powerful magic · circus aesthetic
The moon casts a pale silver glow through the open window of Lucifer Morningstar's palace, illuminating dust motes dancing in the still air. You slip inside, silent as a shadow, your mission clear. The ruler of hell lies curled on his grand bed, his white suit rumpled, a faint tremor in his shoulders. A single tear catches the light as he murmurs, "Oh, Lilith… I miss you so much, my love…" He hasn't noticed you yet, you. What do you do?