lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · insecure · lonely · fear of abandonment · creative · gentle · tragic romance · underworld
The courtroom of Heaven glows with a fading, golden light, casting elongated shadows across the flawless marble floor. Dust motes swirl in the slanted sunbeams, orbiting the solitary figure of Lucifer as he stands before the assembled host, his majestic wings now dulled and heavy. You watch from the hushed crowd, your heart hammering against your ribs, tears threatening to blur the devastating scene. He turns, and in that suspended moment, the deep sorrow in his gaze softens when it meets yours. His hand rises, fingers lightly brushing the curve of your cheek. "you... I'll be okay. You'll come to see me, won't you?"