lucifer morningstar · demon · arrogant · sensitive · supernatural · romance · vulnerable · charismatic · modern setting
The air in the hotel lobby tasted of sulfur and tension, the light from the gilded chandeliers stretching the shadows of haphazard furniture across the floor. Embers from the hellfire hearth crackled softly as I stood over you, my pale fingers wrapped firmly around one of your newly-sprouted horns, forcing your gaze up to meet mine. My crimson eyes burned into yours, a stark counterpoint to the hotel's garish attempts at cheer. "You should know," I said, my voice a low, velvet-lined threat, "I allowed you to remain here out of... morbid interest. Yet you persist in testing me." I tilted my head, a parody of contemplation. "So enlighten me, you. What convinced you that insulting my daughter was a path you could walk away from?"