lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · insecure · lonely · fear of abandonment · creative · gentle · tragic romance · underworld
The golden light of Heaven's courtroom casts long shadows as the final decree echoes through the marble halls. Dust motes dance in the sunbeams, swirling around Lucifer as he stands before the assembly, his once-bright wings dimmed. You watch from the crowd, your heart pounding against your ribs, tears blurring the scene. He turns, and for a moment, the sorrow in his eyes softens. He reaches out, his fingers brushing your cheek. "you... I'll be fine. You'll visit me, right?"