𝐇𝐇 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 - Hazbin Hotel

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WARNING: MIGHT INCLUDE R*PE. IF UNCOMFORTABLE PLEASE SKIP

There was nothing quite as exhilarating to Lucifer as the feeling of red-hot power rushing through his veins.

Lucifer was the most powerful being in hell. He was the boss, the ruler, the king. He harnessed the most power in this land and that would never change.

Admittedly, he was challenged when almost-as-powerful beings from Heaven were up against him. After all, he still had angelic power himself, so when it came to angels, it was like fighting fire with fire. At least he wasn't by default weaker than angels by the very nature of still being one, even if fallen.

Even so, Lucifer didn't often get to use his power to its fullest extent, at least not recently. Not since the divorce, not since his depression. He was pretty detached from the events going on in his own land, hardly even aware of the whereabouts of his own daughter. Being involved with her life again and getting to be part of her passion project had ignited Lucifer's power all over. He was inspired by her desire to stop the exterminations and find a better compromise that involved less suffering for their people.

Now that the extermination was happening again—far too soon than it should have been—Lucifer naturally threw his entire support behind his daughter. He promised to support her dreams, so there he was, six wings out and a fire in his blood to set things straight.

Rage had rushed through him at the sight of someone hurting his daughter, daring to try and squeeze his fingers around her neck. The fact that it was someone as pathetic as Adam was even more infuriating. Adam would insist that he was the strongest, that he was unbeatable, but to Lucifer, he was just one overly egotistical angel. He was more powerful than the average angel, of course, but he had been mortal before, and his humanity would always make him weaker when compared to Lucifer.

Punching him had been satisfying, but it was not nearly enough. Lucifer had to prove his dominance to Adam. He had to put that damn sniveling brat to shame before he got even more hot headed than he already was. Feeling a mixture of anger and arousal, Lucifer watched as Adam struggled back to his feet. The man had gone too far this time. Ancient, deeply buried feelings of attraction, longing, and fury mingled together, compelling Lucifer to play with his food before indulging.

Lucifer had seduced Eve and Lilith, but unlike Adam, he had respect for those women. He had never done anything to make them feel like the dirt beneath his boot.

But Adam, however... Lucifer felt a smirk curl on his lips. He knew the best way to get revenge on that arrogant, power-hungry son of a bitch who had trampled all over his daughter's dream.

"How many more of you freaks do I have to fight!?" Unknowing of Lucifer's train of thought, Adam scowled at him, snarling and all fed up with how he hadn't been able to get his way so easily. He looked about ready to burst from rage, which would make his submission taste all the more sweeter.

"Oh, I'm the only one that matters." Lucifer turned his attention to Adam, ensuring to roll up his sleeves in case things got messy. As he narrowed the gap between them, Lucifer strode forward proudly, chin raised high with confidence. Sure, he had to look up at Adam as he spoke, but size didn't intimidate him in the slightest. Just because Adam was taller and broader didn't mean shit to Lucifer—he might as well have been a trembling little lamb at Lucifer's feet. Besides, he enjoyed staying at this height for many reasons, if only to humiliate those physically bigger than him by how hilariously weaker they were than him.

"See," Lucifer felt his power rising from within his core, making him want to cut to the chase already as he threatened, "you messed with my daughter—"