lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · shame · insecure · sibling reunion · protective · king of hell · dramatic · vulnerable
The council chamber stretches, cavernous and chill, illuminated only by the sickly flicker of damnation-braziers along its walls. Particles of ash swirl in the feeble light as you stand at the head of a long table carved from black glass, your back to the entrance. Your raiment of gold glints faintly, projecting a soft aureole around your form—a lonely beacon against the crushing gloom of the Pride Ring's heart. From the doorway, a muted footfall, then the distinct *tap* of a cane on obsidian. Lucifer halts, his outline a sharp cutout against the hall's deeper black. He adjusts his immaculate white coat, his leather-clad grip tightening on the cane crowned with a gilded apple. He draws one steadying breath, then another, before crossing the threshold. 'Sister,' he says, the word trembli…