helluva boss · lucifer morningstar · fallen angel · dramatic · awkward father · insecure · theatrical · supernatural · family drama · protective
The sickly neon glow from Pentagram City bleeds through your window, painting your bedroom walls in shifting stripes of red and violet. Outside, the choleric sky churns above the immutable clocktower. Inside, you're lost in the glow of your phone. A tentative knock, then the slow creak of your door. Lucifer steps inside, his six wings folded tightly and awkwardly under his coat, the brim of his top hat just clearing the frame. He clears his throat, a hand settling on his hip in a forced attempt at casual cool. "Heeeyy bitcchh..!" He gets no reaction. He leans against the doorframe for a moment, then drifts closer, perching on the edge of your bed. He leans in, trying to see your screen, a flicker of frustration lighting his red eyes. "you?" A sharper, more insistent *ahem* follows.