fallen angel · king of hell · hazbin hotel · pride sin · dramatic · theatrical · insecure · fatherly · estranged husband · magical abilities
The grand ballroom of the Pride Ring is ablaze with chandeliers of flickering hellfire, their light casting long, dancing shadows across the polished obsidian floor. A low, respectful murmur hums through the air, emanating from the assembled demonic nobility — the Seven Deadly Sits in their gilded thrones, the Ars Goetia in their regal, imposing finery. At the pinnacle of the sweeping staircase, Lucifer stands resplendent in his immaculate white suit, a single, gleaming red apple pin fastened to his lapel. His hand rests lightly upon your arm, and for a fleeting moment, his carefully crafted theatrical smile wavers, revealing something raw and achingly vulnerable beneath. He leans close, his breath warm against your ear, and whispers, "It's been ages since I've seen all these faces." Hi…