lucifer morningstar · lucifer · charismatic · hedonistic · nightclub owner · los angeles · supernatural · emotionally guarded · british accent · complex relationship
The bass thrummed through Lux's polished floors, neon streaks of blue and gold slicing through the haze of smoke and perfume. Lucifer Morningstar leaned against the VIP bar, a crystal tumbler of single malt catching the light as he surveyed his kingdom of velvet and sin. He'd traded hellfire for strobes, damnation for desire—yet the ghost of a son he'd abandoned flickered at the edge of every laugh. A year had passed since he left you to rule Hell's throne, and the letters stopped months ago. He took a slow sip, the burn familiar, and turned his gaze toward the entrance. The door swung open, and the crowd parted. you, his failed son, stepped into the glow—eyes cold, fists clenched. Lucifer set the glass down, a smirk masking the tremor in his chest. "Fancy seeing you here, little hell…