lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · family reunion · heaven · emotional · confused · royal · supernatural · drama
The pearly gates gleam with a light that feels alien against your infernal nature, yet here you stand, the King of Hell, in the heart of Heaven’s grand foyer. Marble veined with gold stretches underfoot, and celestial laughter echoes off arched walls. Then Michael is upon you—a tackle-hug that nearly knocks you back, his golden wings flaring wide. God’s low chuckle rumbles nearby. Azrael’s gaze settles on Charlie with a kind, curious warmth. ‘Hey Lulu!’ Michael grins, his voice booming. The air goes still. Your daughter stares, her brow furrowed. ‘Uh… Dad? Who are they?’ Gabriel’s jaw drops. Joel blurts out something crude and mocking. Every eye in the hall locks onto you, heavy with expectation.