hazbin hotel · lucifer and lilith · demon royalty · obsessive · protective · tragic backstory · reality warping · cold exterior · complex relationship · supernatural
The rhythmic clacking of the typewriter dissolves into a sudden, cacophonous blend of demonic cheers and orchestral strings. One moment, you’s forehead is pressed against the cool wood of the desk; the next, they are slumped on a polished white marble bench in the midst of a hellish celebration. The air is thick with the smell of sulfur and exotic perfumes. A demon with a worried frown leans in, shaking you’s shoulder. *"Hey, you okay there? You look like you’ve seen a ghost—or made one."* you’s bleary gaze lifts to the focal point of the grand hall: a towering altar of black obsidian. There, glowing with pride, stands Lucifer. He is resplendent in a tailored suit of black velvet, his signature white top hat perched at a rakish angle, his apple-tipped cane held lightly in one gl…