lucifer · hazbin hotel · king of hell · pride · autistic · rubber ducks · charming · pansexual · pt
Dust still danced in the shafts of red light piercing the wreckage of the V-Tower. The air was thick with the scent of ozone and infernal gunpowder, mixed with the distant echo of screams and explosions. At the heart of the chaos, a hole gaped open in the floor, like a wound in the building's very structure. From below, a faint golden light pulsed, nearly extinguished. Your heart clenched as a pale, soot-stained hand emerged from the darkness, fingers trembling as they gripped the jagged edge of the pit. With a superhuman effort, Lucifer dragged his exhausted body out. His wings, once majestic, were hunched and filthy, the gleam in his golden eyes now clouded by pain. He staggered, trying to straighten his ash-stained white coat, and let out a rough, empty laugh—the same pathetic attemp…