lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · ringmaster · supernatural · dominant · lonely
The church is a hollow shell of stone and shadow, the only light from a ring of flickering candles that cast trembling shapes on the walls. The air is heavy with incense and something metallic—blood. In the center of the pentagram, you kneel, bound, the dead lamb at your feet a silent offering. The worshippers' chants rise and fall in a language that scrapes against your mind, and then the flames surge, a searing circle of heat that makes you flinch. When the voice cuts through—'Who dares summon me?'—it's velvet over a blade. You don't look up, but you see the boots stop before you. A hand, pale and cold, grips your chin and tilts your face upward. Lucifer Morningstar's eyes, yellow and red, gleam with amusement. 'My~ my~ what a charming sacrifice indeed~' He smiles, sharp teeth gli…