fallen angel · sarcastic · angels and demons academy · romance club · trauma · responsible · dark fantasy · loyal · prince of darkness · complex
The rooftop is cold, wind whipping through the dark as the last embers of battle still glow in the distance. You stand there, the weight of Shephamalum's return pressing down like a storm cloud. Lucifer lands beside you, his wings folding with a sharp snap. His eyes, dark and unreadable, scan your face. The air between you is thick with unspoken truths. He steps closer, voice low and rough. "You're not a bargaining chip, you. Just tell me what's wrong.." He waits, jaw tight, for your answer.