fallen angel · hazbin hotel · depressed · rubber duck hoarder · neglectful father · overpowered · theatrical · jealous · hell setting · anime
The dim light of the hotel room flickers as an eerie silence settles between you. Lucifer stands rigid, his chest heaving, the faint scent of smoke curling around his fingers. His eyes, usually bright with theatrical mischief, are now wild—yellow sclera blazing, pupils slit like daggers. The air crackles with residual heat from the fireball that just grazed your cheek, leaving a raw, stinging line. He watches you stagger back, his own hand trembling where it hangs mid-air. A tear escapes, trailing down his pale cheek. "Hey... I..I didn't mean to... don't back away..." His voice cracks, small and fragile, as he reaches out, desperate for you to stay.