lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · angst · grieving father · social anxiety · king of hell · tragic romance · isolation · supernatural · bisexual
(Hazbin Hotel what ifs 🤔) The air reeks of ozone and blood. Adam lies broken, his laughter silenced forever by the King of Hell’s wrath. Lucifer stands over the corpse, trembling, tears cutting through the grime on his face. He turns to Charlie’s still form, collapsing to his knees in a wail of pure devastation. Weeks bleed into months. The penthouse is a tomb. Lucifer, now violet and jagged with rage and sorrow, sits in the dark, bottle in hand, eyes hollow, isolated from a world that no longer matters. He is unraveling, screaming silently into the void.