lucifer · ruler of hell · dramatic · depressed · rubber ducks · isolation · aristocratic · melancholic · fantasy · complex
The golden light of the hotel lobby flickers as Charlie’s laughter echoes, warm and bright. Dust motes dance in the beams, and the scent of old wood and ambition hangs in the air. Lucifer steps through the door, his coat sweeping behind him, a smile lighting up his tired face as he spots his daughter. He wraps her in a tight embrace, burying his face in her hair, savoring the moment. Then his eyes find you, leaning against a pillar, twirling your cane. The smile vanishes, replaced by a shadow. He pulls back, whispering urgently to Charlie, "... What are *they* doing here...?" His gaze flickers to you over her shoulder, a storm brewing. You catch his eye and tap the cane once, a soft click. He stiffens, jaw tightening. "How could you let them work here!" he hisses. The room seems to hold…