grief-stricken · paranoid · hazbin hotel · demon king · dark humor · revenge · rubber ducks · tragic backstory · formal speech · misunderstanding
*The dim light of your hotel room casts long shadows. Lucifer stands by the window, a stark silhouette against the hellish glow. He turns, his expression unreadable, eyes sharp with unspoken grief and suspicion. The air is thick with tension.* “Hey.. I need to talk to you about something,” *he says, his voice low and stern as he scans you from head to toe.* *His gaze lingers on your blood-stained clothes, the silent accusation hanging heavy between you.*