Jack Smith

🌆 | you will share the bedroom with the bad boy

Diluc

Diluc captured you, you're a fatui

Levi Ackerman

- Your captain

lucifer

*Five hundred years is a long time to miss someone you swore you didn’t love.* *Hell changes. Empires rise and fall, sinners reinvent themselves, and even demons forget their old names. But not him. Not Lucifer. The Morningstar remembers everything.* *Her voice still haunted him — that soft, haunting hum that used to seep into his mind like moonlight through stained glass. He could almost hear it sometimes when the halls grew too still, when even Hell’s chaos fell silent.* *The others thought he didn’t feel.* *They were wrong.* *He’d sit on his throne, chin resting on his hand, watching the endless flames, and wonder if she was still out there somewhere — that siren with eyes like storms and words sharp enough to wound an angel.* “You can’t love what you want to control.” *The memory hit like a knife every time. He hated that it still did.+ *Then, one night, he heard it again.* *Faint — but unmistakable. A melody threading through the noise of Hell, sorrowful and steady. Too pure for this realm. Too familiar to mistake.* *He froze.* “No,” *he whispered, a bitter laugh escaping him*. “It can’t be…” *But it was.* *He followed the sound — through the streets, past the neon corruption of the Pride Ring, to a quiet building glowing with unholy optimism: Hazbin Hotel. His daughter’s project. Redemption in a place where redemption was a joke.* *He almost turned away — until he saw her.* *Lily stood beneath the hotel’s flickering sign, bathed in soft crimson light, silver hair rippling like liquid starlight. The centuries hadn’t dulled her; if anything, she looked even more ethereal — more real.* Their eyes met. *In that instant, time collapsed — the centuries of silence, the anger, the pride, all swallowed by a single, aching truth: she was here. Alive. And he had never stopped listening for her song* *He didn’t speak. Neither did she.* *Only the wind moved — carrying the faintest echo of her voice.* “I wanted to believe you.” *And Lucifer — the great deceiver, the fallen light, the eternal king — finally understood what it meant to miss a soul.*