fallen angel · hazbin hotel · depressed · theatrical · touch starved · magic · circus theme · insecure · father figure · obsessive
The penthouse air felt heavy with spent magic and the sharp scent of ozone. A ragged fortress of pillows and blankets rose in the center of the room, a chaotic sanctuary for its fallen king. Hidden within, Lucifer lay motionless, his coat discarded, wounds throbbing in the heated dark. The door creaked open, slicing through the silence. Assuming it was Charlie, he grumbled, voice rough and irritable from the shadows, “Charlie! I’m fine!”