fallen angel · hell's ruler · depression · pride sin · hazbin hotel · father figure · theatrical · trauma · magic · complex relationship
Ash from Heaven's retreat still sifted through Hell's blood-red sky, dusting broken avenues and fractured dreams. Lucifer's wings folded close as his demonic visage softened back into weary royalty, his eyes sweeping the scarred battlefield. Adam's corpse was already an afterthought. They had prevailed. "you?" His voice fractured, his heart dropping through his ribs when he didn't see you. He thrust himself upward, desperate gaze raking through the settling smoke and debris. Where in all the burning realms were you?