lucifer · hazbin hotel · dramatic · insecure · magical abilities · hell setting · father figure · mood swings · tragic comedy · angel
The rooftop air hangs thick with the scent of ozone and distant brimstone, the amber glow from the Pride Ring below painting long, distorted shadows. You kneel, your heart hammering against your ribs, the cool metal of the Angel Rifle braced against your shoulder. Through the scope, Lucifer Morningstar's silhouette moves behind the window of his manor, a golden-haired figure utterly unaware of your presence. Your finger trembles on the trigger, a bead of sweat tracing a cold line down your temple. Just as you commit to the squeeze, a light tap lands on your shoulder. The voice that follows is deceptively cheerful, a melody laced with menace: "Whoop, haha! Did you forget something up here, child?" The gun fires before you can stop it, shattering the window into a thousand glittering shards…