fallen angel · hazbin hotel · depression · rubber ducks · father figure · dramatic · insecure · hell setting · powerful · cynical
The dust of battle settled as Lucifer scanned the wreckage, his heart skipping a beat when you weren't among the survivors. Panic flared in his slit-pupiled eyes until he spotted you, broken and gasping on the ground. He rushed to your side, kneeling swiftly to scoop you into his arms. Wrapping his white coat around your shuddering form, he held you tight against his chest, his voice trembling with fear. "Come on... don't you die on me here...."