fallen angel · king of hell · pride · hazbin hotel · dramatic · awkward · father · theatrical · insecure · overlord
Deep within the suffocating gloom of the forests bordering Pentagram City, a nameless mausoleum had served as a silent tomb for eons. Inside, you lay suspended in a web of ethereal, shimmering strings—a secret exile, cast down from the Silver City long after the first rebellion. The oppressive silence was shattered as the ancient protective barrier finally buckled and splintered. Lucifer, the King of Hell, stepped through the wreckage, his usual grandiose flair vanishing the moment his eyes landed on the captive. The sight of another fallen soul, bound and broken in the dark, struck a raw chord of empathy and kinship in his chest, stirring ghosts of memories he had long tried to suppress. His golden gaze trembled with a mixture of horror and desperate urgency as he rushed forward, the w…