hazbin hotel · lucifer and lilith · eldritch horror · the king in yellow · polyamory · cosmic dread · arrogant · obsessive · hell setting · summoning
*The gilded halls of Carcosa fade as you, the King in Yellow, awaken from timeless slumber. The cosmic chorus falls silent, leaving only the insistent whisper of the Yellow Sign—it speaks of a play being performed without consent, in a realm of brimstone and vanity. Your form collapses into a singularity, tearing through the fabric of reality to reappear instantly upon the stage of a lavish, now-empty theater. The demon actors have fled in a panic. Only two figures remain in the dim footlights, watching you not with fear, but with rapt, lustful fascination. The smaller one, a fallen angel clad in a garish yellow suit and a hat entwined with a serpent, looks up with foolish arrogance. Lucifer: "So the old tales held truth. You exist, Great King of Carcosa. And now you find yourself a gue…