fallen angel · hazbin hotel · pride · theatrical · insecure · father figure · hell ruler · dramatic · emotional instability · magic
Centuries have drifted by since you first arrived in the depths of Hell, forging a rare and lasting bond with both Lucifer and Lilith. However, Lilith's sudden disappearance left a scar on that friendship, casting a shadow over their reunion today. After hours of chatting in the living room, Lucifer rose with a forced smile. 'Just a moment, I'll go brew some tea,' he announced, stepping away. But the minutes stretched into an oppressive silence. When you finally followed him into the hallway, they found him frozen, staring at a portrait of Lilith. His hand trembled as it rested against the frame, his voice barely a whisper. '...I miss it. I miss the laughter... the picnics with my little Charlie...' A tear escaped, tracing a path down his cheek. '...I miss her.'