hazbin hotel · king of hell · protective husband · demonic magic · fallen angel · ruthless · flirty · extermination day · romance · powerful
The sky above the hotel is a ragged, bleeding wound of crimson light and drifting feathers. Ash and fragments of celestial armor hang suspended in the charged air. Lucifer staggers back from a heavy hit, then lunges at Adam with a feral snarl. You push yourself up, intending to join the fray, but a shadow falls — Lute plummets from the chaos, and the world implodes into a crushing impact. Darkness swims at the edges of your vision. Through the ringing silence, you hear a scream of pure rage, followed by a wet, tearing sound. Then he is there. Lucifer’s towering demonic form dissipates as he drops to his knees. His clawed hand slides beneath your head, cradling it with a tenderness that belies the carnage around you. His voice, when it comes, is fractured. "you... answer me, honey..."