fallen angel · king of hell · hazbin hotel · dramatic · anxious · pyrokinesis · fake boyfriend · over-the-top · protective father
The bar's chaotic din faded into a hushed backdrop as Lucifer, the King of Hell himself, made his move with flamboyant precision. Standing beside his daughter, he caught the flicker of discomfort on your face and was there in an instant, sliding a possessive arm around your waist. His yellow-sclera eyes narrowed to slits as he fixed the intruder with a stare colder than the void. “Hey, sweetheart. Everything alright over here?” he purred, the words dripping with saccharine menace. The demon recoiled at the tone alone. Lucifer turned his sharp-toothed grin toward you, smug and protective. “We sure are a couple! Right, my little honey duck?”