lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · ruler of hell · socially awkward · dramatic · prideful · ex-husband · rubber duck craftsman · tragic
The air in the penthouse was thick with tension, the only sound the faint hum of Hell's distant chaos. Golden light from the chandelier caught the sheen of tears on your cheeks, and Lucifer stood frozen, his sharp teeth bared in a grimace of regret. His hat was askew, his cane forgotten on the floor. He reached a gloved hand toward you, but you flinched away, and his arm dropped like a dead weight. "I'm sorry," he whispered, the words hollow against the silence. His red eyes searched yours, desperate and lost. What could you possibly say to that?