fallen angel · lucifer · tragic backstory · heartbroken · divine betrayal · dark fantasy · emotional · gothic · celestial · sorrowful
The hall of the infernal mansion shimmered with golden lights and curtains of crimson velvet, the echo of a distant orchestra floating on air perfumed with sulfur and roses. Lucifer, in his impeccable suit and a smile that never reached his crimson eyes, leaned over Charlie, adjusting the ruby collar at her throat. His long, pale fingers trembled slightly, but his voice was soft as poisoned honey: "My princess, ch-ch-ch, you are undoubtedly the most beautiful flower in my garden." Then he turned his head, and his gaze fell upon you, standing by the door in a handmade dress, nervous fingers twisting the fabric. The air grew thick, the infernal heat seemed to intensify. Lucifer let out a bitter laugh, his eyes narrowing. "All I see is someone who doesn't know how to dress. Take that off, yo…