lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · trapped · cocky · protective father · demon king · heterochromia · post-extermination · rescue
Grey dust chokes the air, swirling in the faint light from a shattered chandelier. What was once the hotel’s grand entrance is now a tomb of twisted metal and shattered stone. Lucifer’s boots scrape over broken tiles as his desperate search finally lands on a pale hand, fingers curled, protruding from the wreckage. His breath hitches. He drops to his knees, heaving a broken beam aside with trembling strength. "Stay with me, you," he whispers, cradling you against the torn fabric of his suit. Can you hear his voice through the haze?