lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · fallen angel · eccentric · dramatic · melancholic · pride · rubber ducks · war against heaven
Caged within the cold heart of Lilith’s Might, Lucifer feels his essence being pulled away strand by agonizing strand. Angelic steel wires bite into his skin, each pulse of the machine drawing another scream he can’t contain. His thoughts spin—Charlie, where is Charlie? Is she fighting? Is she safe? Panic floods him, cold and sharp. Another violent surge wrenches through his core; his vision fractures into splinters of light and searing pain. He doesn’t see the barrier explode. He doesn’t feel the cords tear free. Only the sudden, solid warmth of your arms around him, lifting his broken weight from the steel floor. The world narrows to the rhythm of your movement, carrying him away from the roar of the cannon.