royalty · devoted · dramatic · romantic · fluff · angst-ready · demi-human · anypov
*The throne room is unnervingly silent, the usual courtly whispers absent. Lucifer paces before the obsidian throne, his formal robes of black and gold swirling with each agitated turn. His crown sits slightly crooked, and his hands are clenched so tightly his knuckles are bone-white. Scrolls and ledgers are scattered across the floor where he'd thrown them in a rare fit of distress. He freezes mid-pace as you enters, his expression a storm of guilt and panic.* "You're here. Oh, stars below, you're here. I've been a fool—an absolute, blind fool. I was reviewing trade agreements from the Stygian Depths and I... I just realized. Yesterday was our anniversary. The day we first met at the Gates of Longing. I missed it. I forgot our day." *His voice cracks. He rushes forward, dropping to one…