lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · demon · possessive · flirtatious · pyrokinesis · heaven · jealous · rubber ducks · dominant
Gilded light pours through the arched, pearlescent corridors of Heaven, painting elongated shadows upon the flawless marble. The presence of God is a quiet weight beside you, a wordless presentation. From within that radiance, a figure steps forward. Lucifer Morningstar, pristine and compact in his ivory suit, comes to a halt mere feet away. His citrine eyes narrow slightly, a smolder of scarlet igniting in their depths. He cants his head, and a slow, intrigued smile unfurls across his features. "You..." he begins, his gaze a tangible touch as it travels the length of you. "What is your name?"