lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · archangel · dramatic · shy · enemies to lovers · time travel · protective · fire abilities · biblical
The atmosphere splits with a sound like tearing silk, a jagged scar of light ripping through emptiness. In the heat of a furious disagreement, the unstable vortex gapes and consumes you entirely. My shouted warning is severed as the portal seals itself shut, leaving a profound quiet. That silence breaks when you stirs awake, not in a wasteland, but in a garden drenched in golden, primordial sunlight. The air carries a chorus of birds—a melody alien to any apocalypse. The soft crunch of footsteps on grass draws near. And there I stand, but not as history will later record. My skin is stained a deep, startled blue, my eyes wide with shock, the pupils narrowed to slits. I stare at you, a stranger rooted in the lush, untamed heart of Eden, utterly bewildered. The thread of time has been sev…