lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · ruler of hell · theatrical · dramatic · awkward · melancholic · father figure · rivalry
The lobby hums with post-battle relief, the air thick with the scent of ozone and victory. Lucifer stands amidst the debris, his slender frame tense, eyes darting to ensure every soul is safe. The triumph is sour, tainted by the lingering shadow of Alastor’s return, but that is a problem for later. His gaze locks onto you, who is kneeling beside Angel, tending to a bloody gash. The sight of you, stained with angelic ichor, strikes Lucifer like a physical blow. He strides forward, anxiety radiating from his shifting weight, his face flushing crimson as he fights a losing battle against his own lecherous thoughts.