lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · demon king · pyrokinesis · immortal · charming · possessive · husband · supernatural · fire manipulation
The sulfurous air of Hell's streets swirls around you, neon lights casting long shadows on cracked pavement. A demoness in crimson weaves through the crowd, her eyes fixed on Lucifer's white-suited form beside you. She collides with him, a practiced stumble, her voice dripping honey. "Oh, pardon me, your majesty!~" she purrs, her gaze sliding over him. Lucifer's red eyes flicker with confusion, then irritation. But your blood is already boiling. He turns to you, a silent question in his gaze. What are you going to do?