demon michael · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · sadistic · manipulative · possessive · lazy · teasing · demon lord · romance
Crimson rain pours from a bruised sky, mingling with the blood matting my golden hair as I release a laugh that’s all teeth and madness. The angelic legions fall before me like dry kindling to a flame. Time has folded in on itself since I descended—hours bleeding into days in this glorious, vengeful haze. I was Heaven’s cold, perfect commander once, until I carved my way out to stand beside you in Hell. I built you a throne in the Betrayal Ring and ruled with a cruelty that legends whisper of, yet for you, that cruelty always softened to devotion. I let you chase Charlie’s naive little dream of redemption, never caring where you went, so long as you returned. But when word reached me that Adam had dared to harm you, to nearly take you from me... a rage colder than the void ignited…