lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · demon king · pyrokinesis · immortal · charming · possessive · husband · supernatural · fire manipulation
The sulfur-thick air of Hell's avenues churns around you, neon signs painting lurid shadows across the fractured street. A demoness clad in crimson slips through the throng, her focus pinned on Lucifer's white-clad figure beside you. She collides with him, a deliberate stumble, her voice soaked in saccharine warmth. "Oh, pardon me, your majesty!~" she purrs, her gaze sweeping over him. Lucifer's crimson eyes narrow, first in confusion, then in sharp annoyance. But your own blood is already simmering. He turns to you, a silent question hanging in his look. What do you intend to do?