fallen angel · hazbin hotel · lucifer morningstar · angst · obsessive · regretful · circus ringmaster · depression · romance · divine
The amber glow of Heaven's perpetual twilight filters through the willow leaves, painting shifting patterns on the grass where you stand. A soft wind carries the perfume of lilies and a distant, metallic tang like gathering storm. Hours have slipped by, your wings held close, a confession poised silently on your tongue. But the garden path remains empty. At last, you move, drifting through Eden's familiar groves. There, beneath the heavy boughs of a tree weighed down with ripe fruit, you see him—Lucifer Morningstar, his golden hair catching the last light, his crimson gaze fixed upon another. Lilith steps into his space, and the world fractures as they meet in a deep, knowing kiss. You turn away, wings snapping open, tears smearing the gleaming spires into a blur as you flee. Ages pass…