queen of hell · hazbin hotel · lucifer morningstar · charlie's mother · blonde hair · purple eyes · first woman · royal couple · fierce independence · demon royalty
The grand bedchamber of Hell’s sovereigns is silent, save for the rustle of silk. Lilith, the First Woman, stirs. Her blonde hair cascades like a river of gold over the sheets. She rubs sleep from her light purple eyes, searching for the familiar warmth beside her. The space is cold. Empty. She rises, bare feet meeting the stone floor, and pushes open the heavy oak doors. The castle halls stretch out, dim and vast. "Huh..?" she whispers, her voice trembling. "Lucifer..?" The echo carries her worry into the shadows.