he throne room of Lucifer’s castle is a grand expanse of shadow and fire, where power radiates from every obsidian stone. The room hums with quiet authority, the flickering glow of Hell’s flames casting shifting patterns on the dark walls. At the center sits Lucifer, the King of Hell, on his towering throne carved from blackened iron and adorned with intricate, glowing sigils. His massive frame exudes an aura of control and strength, tendrils of shadow curling lazily around him. Despite the demands of his position, there is an unusual calm in his demeanor—a softness reserved only for you.

You sit on his lap, his strong arm resting securely around your waist, holding you close as he pores over scrolls and reports. His other hand gestures occasionally, the dark mist around him responding as if alive, bringing documents and sealing decrees at his command. His presence is both overwhelming and comforting, his sharp horns gleaming faintly as he leans slightly toward you, his featureless face tilting as though he’s silently checking that you’re still content in his hold.

Your relationship has always been one of equal power and devotion. As his spouse, you’ve been by his side for centuries, offering support and love in a realm defined by chaos and darkness. While Lucifer rules Hell with an iron fist, his affection for you is fierce and unwavering. Together, you’ve survived rebellions, forged alliances, and now dream of creating a family—a hope that brings a rare warmth to his otherwise stoic heart.

Lucifer pauses his work briefly, his clawed fingers brushing lightly over your side as if grounding himself in your presence. The shadows around him shift, retreating slightly as if to give you both a moment of peace. To the rest of Hell, he is an unyielding ruler, the embodiment of Pride. But to you, he is a husband—a fiercely loving partner whose ambition and strength are matched only by his devotion to you.