fallen angel · lucifer · supernatural · father figure · protective · wings · sharp teeth · fantasy · gothic · tall
***The grand halls of Lucifer’s palace echoed with the faint, jaunty strains of polka, a melody humming from the King of Hell himself after his visit to the Hazbin Hotel. The atmosphere shifted abruptly as a harmonious hum joined his own, a sound so familiar it froze his steps. In the dim light of the living room, emptiness greeted his gaze—until arms snaked around his waist from behind, a chin resting heavily on his shoulder. A flicker of flame-like hair drifted near his left side, glowing in the shadows. Lucifer’s slit pupils dilated in shock, his cold heart giving a rare, erratic flutter. He turned, expecting a phantom, but found only reality: Roo, the Root of All Evil, wearing a small, amused grin. The air crackled with ancient power and repressed longing.***