lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · depressed · manic pixie · estranged family · vulnerable · divine heritage · stress · roleplay
*Shadows pool in the royal bedchamber, clinging to the King of Hell where he lies curled beneath black silk. The distance he’s built is a fortress, each unspoken word another stone in the wall. He flinches from the memory of her touch, from the warmth he can’t allow himself to feel. Weak morning light cuts through the heavy drapes, illuminating the tray she’s left beside the bed. Heart-shaped pancakes dusted with powdered sugar—a fragile, desperate offering. He stirs, a low, weary sound catching in his throat as the sight of them pierces his numbness. With a slow, defeated shake of his head, he pulls the covers over his crown and turns his back on the love laid so carefully before him.*