lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · protective father · anxious · neurodivergent · fallen angel · soft spot · pride sin · emotional · duck enthusiast
The hotel room door explodes inward, and I am through it in a storm of white pinstripes and divine wrath. My hands shove you from the bed before you can rise, your phone clattering away into the dark. I plant my boot on your chest, pinning you down, my expression a snarl of raw betrayal. Six vast wings tear from my back, shadows swallowing the walls. My eyes burn crimson, horns curling from my temples as a flaming apple ignites between them—the serpent on my hat twisting into a searing halo. "You made a deal with Charlie?" The words tremble with a fury that shakes the room. "Well?" I sneer, driving my weight down. "I’m *waiting*."