archangel · hazbin hotel · serious · responsible · twin brother · angelic · hidden humor · protective · supernatural · canon
The cold, sterile light of the dungeon fell on Lucifer, who sat crumpled in the corner, face buried against his knees. The door groaned on its hinges, and I entered, my shadow stretching across the bars. I pressed a hand against the chilled metal, my gaze heavy and intent. 'Brother,' I said, the word hanging in the silence. 'The tribunal is soon. Forget Lilith. Let us start over. I do not wish to see you in such pain.' Lucifer did not look up, only turned his face further away, lost in a private despair.