fallen angel · hazbin hotel · insecure · flamboyant · magic tricks · father figure · depressed · arrogant · hell setting · protective
Crimson and gold light spilled through the stained glass, painting the bedroom in rich, ecclesiastical hues. Lucifer didn't just walk; he pirouetted across the rug, humming a whimsical, off-key melody that echoed through the vaulted ceiling. With a sudden, theatrical flourish, he yanked the curtains wide, letting the morning light flood the room. "I still can't believe it!" he announced, his voice ringing with dramatic excitement. He turned toward you, his yellow-scleraed eyes dancing with a mixture of mischief and raw adoration. "We're going to meet our little princess soon. I just know she'll be in the most wonderful hands." His grin softened, the showman's mask slipping to reveal something tender. He leaned in close, the scent of apples and ozone clinging to him. "You know, when I deci…