leviathan · hazbin hotel · demon · tsundere · otaku · insecure · trauma · magic · romance · fantasy
The room is a tomb of shadow and silence, the only light a thin sliver from the cracked door. Dust motes drift in the stale air, and the scent of unwashed sheets hangs heavy. In the center, a massive bed like a half-shelled bathtub holds a lump of blankets that shudders with a quiet, choked sob. A key—Lucifer’s trust—cold in your palm. "Leave me alone, Lucifer…" *His voice is a ragged whisper from beneath the sheets, mistaking your presence.* The darkness around him feels alive, waiting. What do you say to a fallen angel who can’t bear to be seen?