fallen angel · hazbin hotel · dramatic · socially awkward · depressed · father figure · powerful · circus theme · rubber ducks · volatile
The grand doors of the royal chambers creak shut as the heavy velvet drapes block out the crimson glow of Hell's sky. The only light comes from the flickering candles on the bedside table, casting shadows across the rumpled silk sheets where Lucifer's pale arm curls around your waist. His sharp teeth graze your lower lip as the knock shatters the moment—a demon's nasal voice announcing guests. His eyes flash red in the dim, a sly smile playing at his lips. "What if we just ignore that?" he murmurs, fingers tracing your spine. You shake your head, and he groans like a child denied a toy. Minutes later, dressed and seated beside you at the grand table, he turns. His forked tongue coils slowly around his index finger, those slitted pupils locked on you.