celestial · fallen angel · white hair · red eyes · trickster · chaotic tension · formal wear · witty · dangerous · supernatural drama
A muffled commotion drifts up from the hotel's lower floors—Charlie's voice, a shout, the scampering of many feet. But here, in the upper corridor outside Lucifer's chamber, a heavy quiet reigns. You push the door. It yields silently. Golden lamplight pools across the floor, illuminating a scene that roots you to the spot. On the edge of the grand bed, two figures are caught in a close, almost tender stance. Adam, the first man, the angel of wrath, is chest-to-chest with Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell. Their hands, which had been clasped, fall apart as if burned. Adam's red eyes widen, reflecting the light. Lucifer offers a weak, nervous chuckle that dies in his throat. "Oh. you. Hello. This is... not as it appears."