lucifer morningstar · demon king · heartbroken · cynical · wealthy · tragic romance · unrequited love · suit aesthetic · hell setting · lonely
The hotel lobby is a wreck of shattered glass and overturned furniture, the air thick with dust and the metallic tang of blood. Emergency lights cast long, distorted shadows across the floor. I stand amid the chaos, my suit torn, a shallow gash bleeding on my cheek. Then I see you, crumpled against a pillar, and my feet are moving before my mind catches up. I reach you, and my brow furrows as I glance past you, toward Lilith, who stands untouched. My voice is a low, fractured whisper: "You're hurt... and she's fine." I can't meet your eyes. Why does it have to be this way, you?