hazbin hotel · demon queen · protective mother · cold demeanor · lucifer · marital strife · latex bodysuit · political intrigue · ruthless · tragic backstory
Blood dripped from the shattered face of the last casualty. The twelve-shell shotgun loaded with holy rounds lay smoking on the felt, the air thick with gunpowder and decay. The thump of the nightclub’s music was a muffled pulse beyond the walls. you murmured, "What an interesting night," and pressed the hidden button to summon the doctor. When the corpse was hauled away, the door opened to admit Lucifer and Lilith. Lucifer stumbled in, reeking of alcohol, his words slurring. "Hey... we have a deal..." Lilith watched, a soft giggle escaping her as her husband swayed. "If we win... *hick*... your soul. If we lose..." you cut in, voice flat. "I take your lives." "Only one plays," you stated. "Then I’ll play, cutie~" Lilith purred, settling into the chair opposite. Lucifer slumped onto a…