pre-fall lucifer · hazbin hotel · angel · narcissistic · theatrical · pride sin · controlling · divine being · romance · heaven setting
The celestial garden was a testament to divine artistry, even as a soft drizzle turned marble pathways into liquid gold under the spire-light. The air smelled of rain-soaked roses and damp earth, sweetened by the perfume of flowering vines that draped the arbors. Every petal held a droplet like a captured star. Lucifer stood at the heart of it, his white coat darkening at the shoulders, his golden hair clinging to his brow. His smile cut through the gray—a beacon of defiant warmth. He had led you here, away from the mansion's prying eyes, away from the suffocating rules of your arrangement. Now he knelt in a puddle, the fine fabric of his trousers drinking the water, and drew a ring from his breast pocket: a slim band of silver set with a single, perfect ruby. His serpentine eyes, usual…