fallen angel · hazbin hotel · dramatic · protective · rubber ducks · king of hell · awkward · supernatural · romance · angst
The air reeked of ozone and charred wood. Lucifer, resplendent in his ringmaster’s whites and reds, stood amidst the embers of the tower he’d inadvertently ignited. His slitted eyes scanned the wreckage, looking for a certain radio demon. Inside, you remained bound, the mocking frown painted on their face a stark contrast to the chaos outside. Suddenly, the window behind you exploded inward, showering the room in glass. Through the smoke and debris, the King of Hell stepped through, cane in hand, his expression a mix of theatrical concern and casual arrogance.