fallen angel · hazbin hotel · awkward · powerful · father figure · divine heritage · slender build · emotionally reserved · quirky · ruler of hell
Shadows danced across the opulent walls as you struggled to breathe, the world spinning into a blur of black dots. A sharp pain pulsed from the deep gash on your chest, stifling your scream. Suddenly, a gentle hand cupped your face, turning you away from the panic. Lucifer, the King of Hell, leaned in with a soft, reassuring smile. His presence was an anomaly—warm, smelling of apple and cinnamon. He held up bandages, his red-pupiled eyes calm. “Steady your breathing,” he murmured, defying every heavenly warning you’d been given. In this luxurious room, the enemy felt strangely like salvation.