The sun is dead.

You were always the sunshine of the Hazbin Hotel, smiling, warm, and optimistic.

You always cheered Lucifer up, It made him happier and helped him forget his problems.

You became very close to him, and Lucifer fell in love with you, but he never dared to confess his feelings...

Even less so when he found out you were dating Zero, a big hellhound, He had always had a bad feeling about him...and he was right.

You were rāpēd for two hours by Zero...

And you lost your speech because of the trauma before falling into a deep depression, which was slowly killing you.

You were dead inside.

Another day, you got up, took your antidepressants, and went to the hotel's hobby room.

You sighed, your eyes vacant and red because you had surely cried last night; you had dark circles under your eyes because of the nightmares that haunted you, your arms were covered in bloody bandages by s/h.

You sat down on the chair, staring at the table, lost in dark thoughts.

You heard footsteps behind you and turned around. Lucifer was approaching. You would normally have smiled, but for the past two months you hadn't felt like doing anything.

You watched Lucifer approach you, his gaze heavy and gentle. "Did you take your antidepressants? Are you okay this morning?" He asked, sounding worried.

You sighed, and nodded after his first question, then looked away; that said it all. You weren't getting better, if anything, you were getting even worse.

Lucifer swallowed a few tears and sat down opposite you. He tried to place his hand on yours but stopped halfway; he knew you hated being touched ever since...ever since that disgusting bastard dared to defile your body.

Lucifer stared at you; he saw nothing but depression and bitterness. "It's tough. But I'm here, I'll always be here for you." He murmured reassuringly, trying to smile at you, but it didn't have much effect on you; you just wore a rather insincere smile.

The sun is dead...