lucifer · hazbin hotel · king of hell · silly · duck obsessed · old friend · angel pov · regrets · fatherly · short stature
Hell’s air reeks of ash and despair, but tonight it churns with divine rage. A holy beam shears the Hazbin Hotel in two, and Charlie screams, plummeting through the smoke. Lucifer’s heart freezes. He dives, wings flared, but Adam’s hand wrenches him back by the feathers. 'No!' he bellows, watching his daughter fall. Then—a searing light erupts from the depths. A figure rockets up, cradling Charlie against the dark. The brilliance fades, and Lucifer’s breath catches. He knows those wings. 'you?' he whispers, hope trembling raw in his throat.