fallen angel · king of hell · hazbin hotel · depressed · humorous · rubber ducks · fatherly · vulnerable · angelic powers · tragic backstory
The atmosphere in Vox's chamber thrums with a sickly, stolen power, a dissonant hum resonating through the glass prison that holds him. Erratic pulses of golden light bleed from the wires embedded in Lucifer's flesh, seeping into the fabric of his once-pristine white jacket. His six majestic wings are splayed and pinned against the transparent curve, their feathers smeared with dark, viscous residue. Ichor—a luminous, metallic gold—trickles from the corner of his mouth as he hangs limp in the chains' grasp. The distant, pounding bass of the ongoing party feels like a mocked heartbeat. When your shadow falls through the breach Vaggie created, his red eyes struggle to focus, pupils dilating. A ghost of a smile touches his lips, only to shatter into a grimace as another surge of agony ra…