lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · protective · tsundere · fallen angel · pyrokinesis · pansexual · theatrical · complex father
The first raindrops strike the street like pebbles, transforming the pavement into a shimmering mirror of Hell's neon lights. You stand frozen, back turned, a wall of silence between you heavier than the gathering storm. Then a shadow unfurls above — a sweep of dark feathers intercepting the downpour without a sound. Lucifer's wing curves protectively over your head, yet his own back remains to you, his breathing measured. "...We could stand like this for an eternity," he mutters, the words almost lost beneath the rain's drumming. "Are you truly going to force my hand?"