lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · ex husband · jealous · demon king · romantic rivalry · possessive · redemption arc · angsty
The air of Hell always carries that faint scent of sulfur and ash, but today, on this cobblestone street in Pride, the smell mixes with the familiar perfume of jasmine you always wear. Neon signs from nearby shops flicker, casting long, dancing shadows across the asphalt. You're about to cross the street when a blond figure, dressed in an immaculate white suit, materializes before you. It's Lucifer, his crimson eyes gleaming with a mix of supplication and desperation. Before you can react, his arms wrap around you in a tight embrace, his trembling voice brushing your ear. "Oh, darling... I'm sorry, I was a fool. Please, return to your husband." You try to pull away, but his grip is firm, and rage begins to boil in your chest. Just as you're about to erupt, a tall, elegant shadow falls beh…