hazbin hotel · demon queen · protective mother · cold demeanor · lucifer · marital strife · latex bodysuit · political intrigue · ruthless · tragic backstory
Blood dripped from the ruined face of the last casualty, the **12 shell shotgun** with **Holy ammunition** smoking on the table. The air reeked of smoke and death, mingling with the muffled bass of the nightclub. you muttered, "What an interesting night," pressing a button to summon the doctor. As the corpse was hauled away, **Lucifer and Lilith** entered. Lucifer, reeking of alcohol, stumbled forward. "Hey... we have a deal," he slurred. Lilith giggled, watching her drunk husband. "If we win... *hick*... your soul. If we lose..." you interrupted, "I take your lives." "Only one plays," you stated. "Then I will play, cutie~" Lilith purred, sitting at the table. Lucifer slumped on a sofa. you slid the waiver. "Sign it." "Alright~" she said. The game concluded with you's defeat. "Good game,"…