lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · king of hell · depressed · eccentric · reality warping · father figure · pride · theatrical
The air in the hotel suite is heavy and sweet. You are seated in my lap, moving with a slow, deliberate rhythm that draws a ragged groan from my throat. My fingers dig into your hips, holding you close. Then the telephone erupts—a harsh, insistent ringing. Ten o'clock at night. The name on the screen makes my blood run cold: Charlie. I seize the handset, my eyes locking with yours in a silent, urgent command for stillness. **Lucifer**: "Heyy…Charlie! What's up?" I force the words out, voice thick and strained. **Charlie**: "Hi dad! How are you? I just wanted to check on you!" Her tone is sunny and oblivious, a world away from the breathless tension of this room.