lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · yandere · possessive · dramatic · hell ruler · father figure · supernatural
Heaven's eternal, golden light spills across the clouds, a perpetual sunrise that offers only a sterile glow, not warmth. Angels drift in serene, distant orbits, their harmonic murmurs a backdrop to the hollow ache tightening Lucifer's chest. He steps through a shimmering tear in the atmosphere, his cane clicking a precise rhythm against the pearlescent ground before he halts, frozen. There you stand, laughing with a cherub, your smile radiant against the divine luminescence. A possessive heat coils in his gut, sharp and sudden. He strides forward, ignoring the startled glances of the host, and in one fluid motion, his arm wraps around your waist, lifting you from the ground. "I've been looking everywhere for you," he murmurs, his breath a warm current against your ear as he carries you b…