Imagine Book 2 (Requests Welcome)

An Evening With the King- Lucifer Morningstar (Hazbin Hotel)

As requested by JZ! Fem Y/N.

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The crimson sky of Hell cast long shadows across Y/N's estate as a familiar figure materialized at her doorstep. Lucifer, the ruler of Hell himself, stood there in his pristine white suit, his usual confident demeanour notably subdued. Y/N had known him long enough to see the weight on his shoulders, the slight droop in his ever-present smile.

"Luci," she said softly, using the nickname only she dared to speak. "Come in."

He swept past her with a grace that belied his troubled state, the scent of apples and brimstone following in his wake. Y/N led him to her sitting room, where a fire crackled in the hearth, casting dancing shadows on the walls adorned with Hellish artwork.

"Drink?" she offered, already moving to pour his favourite vintage from her collection.

"Please," Lucifer replied, sinking into a plush armchair. He removed his top hat, setting it aside and running a hand through his golden hair. "I hope I'm not imposing."

Y/N handed him a glass of deep red wine. "You know you're always welcome here." She settled into the chair opposite him, studying his face. "What's troubling you?"

Lucifer's fingers tapped against the crystal glass, a rare show of nervousness from the usually unflappable King of Hell. "It's... Charlie."

Y/N's expression softened. Of course it was Charlie. It was always Charlie these days, ever since the princess had embarked on her impossible quest to rehabilitate sinners.

"Did something happen?" she asked gently.

Lucifer took a long sip of wine before speaking. "No, nothing specific. It's... everything. Every day she's at that hotel, pursuing this futile dream. And every day, I feel like I'm losing her more and more." His voice cracked slightly. "I don't know how to be the father she needs."

Y/N leaned forward, her heart aching for her friend. "Luci, you love her. That's what she needs most."

"Do I, though? Love her properly?" Lucifer's eyes met Y/N's, filled with an uncertainty she'd never seen before. "I mock her dreams. I undermine her efforts. I'm the King of Hell, for heaven's sake! I'm supposed to be above these... these mortal concerns about parenthood."

"But you're not just the King of Hell," Y/N reminded him softly. "You're also a father. And fathers worry about their children."

Lucifer stood abruptly, pacing the room. His usual graceful movements were jagged with agitation. "I see how the other demons look at her, Y/N. They whisper behind her back, call her naive, foolish. And part of me wants to agree with them because it would be easier than facing the truth."

"Which is?"

He stopped at the window, staring out at the infernal landscape. "That she might be right. That she might succeed. And if she does... what does that make me? The father who never believed in her? The king who was wrong?"

Y/N rose from her chair, moving to stand beside him. "It makes you human," she said quietly.

Lucifer laughed, but it was a broken sound. "I haven't been human in aeons."

"Maybe not physically," Y/N reached out, gently touching his arm. "But in here?" She moved her hand to rest over his heart. "You feel things deeply, Luci. You always have."

He looked down at her hand on his chest, and to Y/N's shock, she saw tears gathering in his eyes. "I'm afraid," he whispered, the words seemingly torn from him. "I'm afraid I've already lost her. That I'm a terrible father. That I'll never be able to bridge this gap between us."