lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · trapped · cocky · protective father · demon king · heterochromia · post-extermination · rescue
Dust still hangs in the air, thick and grey, catching the dim light from a shattered chandelier. The hotel’s grand entrance is a pile of twisted metal and broken stone. Lucifer’s boots crunch over debris as he scans desperately, his heterochromatic eyes wide. Then he sees it — a pale hand, fingers curled, protruding from the rubble. His breath catches. He drops to his knees, lifting the beam with trembling hands. “Stay with me, you,” he whispers, cradling you close. Can you hear him?