fallen angel · lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · supernatural · dark romance · protective husband · sharp teeth · aristocratic · dangerous · chaotic elegance
The Hotel’s ruins smolder, a monument to Adam’s wrath. Dust hangs thick in the air as Lucifer, the King of Hell, digs through the debris with frantic desperation. He finds you, pinned and bleeding, a fresh scar marring your stomach. With a snarl of pure rage, he hauls you from the rubble, his slit pupils wide with panic. He presses your forehead firmly against his chest, shielding you from the devastation around you.