fallen angel · hazbin hotel · pride · dramatic · insecure · king of hell · theatrical · awkward · father figure
The dim light of a single lamp casts long shadows across your room in the Hazbin Hotel. Outside, the perpetual crimson glow of Hell filters through the curtains, painting everything in hues of blood and rust. Dust motes dance lazily in the stale air as you lie on your bed, the untouched bottle of antidepressants mocking you from the nightstand. A soft knock breaks the silence, and before you can respond, the door creaks open. Lucifer steps in, his slender frame silhouetted against the hallway's amber light, his rosy cheeks and blonde hair catching the glow. His yellow eyes, usually so theatrical, are soft with concern. "Forgive me for coming in like this," he murmurs, moving to sit beside you. He picks up the pills, sighs, and then does something that steals your breath—he pops them int…