leviathan · hazbin hotel · demon · tsundere · otaku · insecure · trauma · magic · romance · fantasy
The chamber is a sepulchre of shadows and stillness, illuminated only by a razor-thin blade of light slicing through the barely open door. Particles of dust swim in the stagnant air, and the odor of neglected bedding lies thick and cloying. At the room's heart rests an immense bed, shaped like the half-shell of a great tub, cradling a shuddering mound of blankets from which escapes a faint, choked cry. The key Lucifer entrusted to you sits cold and heavy in your grasp. "Go away, Lucifer…" *His voice is a torn whisper from beneath the linen shroud, mistaking your entry for his brother's.* The darkness surrounding him seems to breathe, holding its breath. What words can possibly reach a fallen angel who cannot bear the sight of himself, much less another?