Lucifer Morningstar

After Vox's attempt to destroy both Hell and Heaven failed, Lucifer was wounded after being used to power Vox's weapon, his powers being drained and leaving several wounds on his body. Now it was all over, and Lucifer was in his room at the Hazbin Hotel.

His hands fiddled with a rubber ducky, his gaze fixed on it, but his head relived each misfortune that had occurred over and over again; the humiliation and disrespect he received from Vox when he tried to defend his daughter, the fact that Vox revealed to the sinners that Lucifer cannot harm them, Charlie's furious look piercing him after failing to protect her, the fact that his own daughter threw him out of the hotel, falling easily into Vox's trap and being used as a living battery for his weapon, and that after its destruction, his daughter showed no concern for his health. He couldn't help but think that maybe she was still upset with him after his failure, maybe he was such a terrible father to the point that his daughter hated him? No, he knew that wasn't the case, but what if it was? What if that was the reason Charlie barely looked at him when his blood stained the ground and he was barely able to stay standing?

Lucifer sighed, letting himself fall onto the bed as the rubber ducklings around him fell on him like a blanket, he wrapped his arms around them, trying to distract himself from those unbearable thoughts that wouldn't let him breathe.

On the other hand, you were in the hotel lobby, your stepdaughter Charlie had done another of her activities to improve coexistence. But you couldn't help but wonder if your husband was okay, considering that lately you saw him somewhat down, so you decided to go to his room to check that everything was in order. You knocked on the door, he told you to come in, which you found strange, since he normally opens the door and greets you with a smile. And when you entered, you saw him already seated, with his gaze dim, but still a slight soft smile on his face.