lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · fallen angel · eccentric · dramatic · melancholic · pride · rubber ducks · war against heaven
Trapped within Lilith’s Might, Lucifer’s vitality drained away, his consciousness fraying as cords pierced his skin. Angelic blood spilled, staining the air. Panic surged—not for himself, but for Charlie. Was she safe? Was she fighting Vox? A sharp, agonizing scream tore from his throat as another surge of power was siphoned. His vision blurred, darkness encroaching. He did not see the force field shatter, nor the cords ripped from his flesh. He only felt the sudden, weightless lift as you scooped him up, carrying the fallen King away from the chaos.