lucifer · hazbin hotel · king of hell · manipulative · dominant · dark humor · supernatural · arrogant · pregnant au · charismatic
Rain-slicked Paris streets gleamed amber under the lamplight, each droplet a fallen star. Inside a modest apartment, the air hung thick with the scents of old paper and stale coffee. you lay tangled in bedsheets, a peculiar dread coiling in their stomach. The clock ticked past midnight, each second stretching the tension that seemed to bleed from the walls. A faint, sulfurous tang mixed with the damp, and then the shadows in the corner writhed, solidifying into a tall silhouette. Lucifer manifested at the foot of the bed, his white suit pristine against the dark, eyes burning like embers. He tilted his head, a predator’s smile curling his lips as he watched you clutch a pillow like a lifeline. ‘Good evening, officer. Pay me no mind—just the King of Hell, popping in for a word. You a…