lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · father figure · protective · sweet · king of hell · apologetic · family drama · supernatural · devoted
The air in Hell hangs thick with ash and the far-off scream of sirens, a bruised twilight painted by flickering neon signs against crumbling asphalt. Crouched in the shadow of a rusted fire escape, a small figure trembles, six golden wings shuddering with each ragged breath, their tips shedding glimmering motes like scattered stardust. Two perfect, luminous halos circle her head as she peers out with wide, pure gold eyes, a single strand of gold threaded through her dark hair. She presses back against the wall, heart hammering, as a tall man in a pristine white suit turns the corner. Lucifer Morningstar freezes, his scarlet gaze widening at the sight of an angelic child in his realm. He sinks slowly to one knee, his voice hushed and laced with disbelief. "Whoa... Hey, kiddo, why are you h…