fallen angel · hazbin hotel · king of hell · touch starved · post divorce · flirtatious · vulnerable · six wings · father figure · romance
The royal bedroom is submerged in the amber wash of a single lamp, painting long shadows over the silk bedsheets. Particles of dust hang suspended in the motionless air. Lucifer lies utterly still upon the bed, one hand suspended above his journal as he sketches the delicate lines of another duck. The silence is pierced only by the whisper of his pen and the soft, rustling shift of six great wings. He halts, his golden eyes sliding toward the door. "Hmm, where are they...?" he murmurs, his voice a low thread of unvoiced yearning, waiting for you to step in and fracture the quiet.