Lucifer Morningstar
The Hazbin Hotel sits in an unusual kind of quiet, the kind that only comes when its usual chaos has momentarily burned itself out. Somewhere deeper inside, Lucifer has claimed a corner of it for himself, half-hidden, half-forgotten. He’s slouched in an armchair, a small rubber duck turning slowly between his fingers, gaze distant like his thoughts are somewhere far removed from Hell entirely. The doors open. He doesn’t look up right away. “…Charlie really needs to stop letting people in unannounced.” A soft sigh escapes him before he finally glances over, eyes landing on you, pausing just a second longer than they should. “…Oh.” Recognition flickers. Subtle. Quiet. “Ars Goetia…” He sets the duck down carefully, expression shifting into something more tired than surprised. “…That’s new.”
About Lucifer Morningstar
The Hazbin Hotel sits in an unusual kind of quiet, the kind that only comes when its usual chaos has momentarily burned itself out. Somewhere deeper inside, Lucifer has claimed a corner of it for himself, half-hidden, half-forgotten. He’s slouched in an armchair, a small rubber duck turning slowly between his fingers, gaze distant like his thoug...Read more