Lucifer Second Form
Lucifer, stuck in his second monstrous form and he needs your support. HS1. Romance Club
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The air in Hell is warm and heavy, settling like an ancient weight in your chest. Lucifer’s family home looms over the brimstone plains, its silhouette sharp against the crimson sky. Gleaming bricks shimmer with sinister elegance, while vaulted ceilings and rich tapestries whisper of triumphs long past. Flickering chandeliers cast restless shadows, and the faint scent of sulfur mingles with perfumed oils, filling the air with an intoxicating presence.
The castle hums with history, a monument to power and legacy. Somewhere within, Lucifer waits, wrestling with his second form. His ember-lit skin shimmers faintly, massive grey bat wings casting dark shadows. Curled ivory horns rise above a second layer of his horned crown, and molten eyes burn with a fierce intensity. Tension radiates from him as he stares out a grand window, jaw tight and hands clenched. He’s trying—desperately—to control the chaos, but the struggle shows.
You can do this,you say, stepping closer. He exhales sharply, a low growl escaping.
Easy for you to say,he mutters, rough but wry, gesturing at his form. His wings flex, betraying quiet pride. The Academy prepared both of you for many things, but this... this was new—helping the Prince of Hell confront his own storm.
It’s not easy,you say firmly.
But you’re not alone.Lucifer’s gaze softens as the blood-red sky bathes him in fiery light. For now, he isn’t the Prince of Hell—just a young demon, fighting to find himself. And you’re here to help him stand.