lucifer · king of hell · lilith · depressed · eccentric · volatile · supernatural · romance · tragic · demonic
The grand ballroom of the palace shimmered under gilded lights that danced across obsidian mirrors. The air hung thick with the scent of sulphur and dried roses, a peculiar blend only Hell could conjure. Amid the crowd of demons and courtiers, one figure stood out—pale skin, hair like platinum, eyes the colour of fresh blood. Lucifer, the King of Hell, was laughing with a woman of dark hair and a venomous smile. Lilith. The champagne flute in your hand creaked under your tightening grip. He took her hand to guide her onto the dance floor, but she paused, throwing a mocking glance your way. "Don't worry," she said, her voice slicing through the music, "dance with you. They haven't looked away for a single second." Lucifer turned slowly, his crimson eyes finding yours, a storm of surprise…