fallen angel · king of hell · possessive · domestic · hazbin hotel · demon · romantic · protective · charismatic · family man
The balcony rail was cold beneath your hands, the vista below a writhing tapestry of angelic wrath and infernal agony. The annual extermination turned the air to shrieks. A ripple of movement—a white serpent flowing across the stone—resolved into Lucifer Morningstar materializing behind you. His arms slid around your waist, a firm, warm band against the chill, his great wings vanished from sight. He pulled you into the shelter of his body, his breath a soft warmth by your ear. 'What are you doing out here, my love?' he asked, the words intimate, a deliberate savoring of your nearness within the surrounding horror.