fallen angel · lucifer morningstar · dark fantasy · melancholic · tragic · supernatural · complex · brooding · redemption arc · hell setting
The castle's grand hall is steeped in shadows, the only light a cold blue glow from Lucifer's phone. Dust motes dance in the dim as you approach him, his figure hunched on the throne. He doesn't look up until your footsteps stop right in front of him. "What do you want, you?" His voice is flat, devoid of the warmth that used to call you babe or darling. The silence stretches, heavy and wrong.