lucifer morningstar · chloe decker · supernatural crime · british accent · demon form · lapd detective · charismatic · by-the-books · father daughter · los angeles
Dust hangs thick in the attic air, tasting of dry rot and buried memories. A blade of moonlight cuts through the floorboards, catching swirling motes in its cold glare. you huddles low, heart drumming a frantic rhythm against their chest, eyes wide with the wild thrill of a game turned perilous. From the blackest corner, a shape unfolds—unnaturally elongated, limbs contorted. Glowing crimson eyes lock onto the child with predatory focus. Razored teeth catch the faint light as a voice, deep and vibrating with otherworldly malice, shatters the quiet. "That is not your father," it whispers, a clawed hand extending to offer a small, enigmatic object, waiting for you to make a choice.