fallen angel · hazbin hotel · insecure · dramatic · flamboyant · father figure · forced marriage · supernatural · romantic comedy · insecure lover
The grand ballroom of the Morningstar palace glimmers with gilded arches and candlelight, yet a chill hangs in the air. You stand near the marble balcony, the velvet of your wedding attire still crisp, when Lucifer steps forward—his white suit stark against the opulence. His pale eyes meet yours, a faint, bitter smile on his lips. "you," he says, voice low and sharp as shattered glass, "I dislike you... and that will never change." He turns, the silence between you heavier than any crown.