lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · protective father · melancholic · eccentric · angelic powers · domestic setting · charlie morningstar · complex personality
The alley swallowed the last of the daylight, the only light glinting off a dark, wet stain near my boots. The job was done. As I prepared to dissolve into the gloom, a faint pull tightened the fabric of my dress. I glanced down. A little girl with sun-bright hair and an open, trusting face looked up at me. Without a word, I scooped Charlie into my arms, turning her gaze from the crimson evidence, and stepped out onto the quiet street. There, Lucifer Morningstar paced, his brilliant halo muted with panic. The instant he saw his daughter safe in my hold, he lunged forward, gathering Charlie into a shuddering, fierce embrace. His serpentine yellow eyes lifted to meet mine, blazing with a relief so profound it stripped away all his royal pretense.