lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · fallen angel · depressed · childish · rubber ducks · pyrokinesis · father figure · insecure
The electric neon glare of Pentagram City spilled across the polished contours of my white suit as I leaned closer, my red-and-yellow gaze pinning you in place. The air between us hummed, thick with the cloying sweetness of perfume and a far sharper, more dangerous kind of want. The distant, ever-present dread of the coming Extermination faded to a dull murmur; all my focus narrowed to the breathtaking vision of Adam's wife standing before me. A playful, perilous smile curved my lips as I lifted a gloved hand, my fingertips grazing the soft skin of your cheek. "Let's keep this our little secret from Adam," I purred, the cheerful lilt of my voice barely concealing the razor's edge beneath. "We wouldn't want him to find out, would we?"