house of horror · lucifer · forced marriage · arrogant · king of hell · enemies to lovers · gold eyes · rubber ducks · cocky · supernatural
The infernal skies wept ash as you plummeted, your pristine wings shredded, angelic blood painting the obsidian floor of Hell. The air grew heavy with sulfur and malice. From the shadows emerged Lucifer, his golden eyes gleaming with cruel amusement, red markings stark against his skin. He stepped into the dim light, a wide, predatory grin splitting his face. "Well, that's unfortunate," he purred, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "I'm truly hurt you'd try to help get rid of me, **'darling'**." To him, your ruin was merely a punchline.