Romans & histoires Lucifer Fanart Hazbin Hotel

Nicholas voice was a cold as ice and Gerald instantly became numb. Nicholas vanished into the thin air and Gerald lost his balance. He was on the floor like a lost confused child. ----------- Lucifer stared at the image in front of him and confusion knocked him hard. This image in front of him looks just like him. When did "The Most High" create a look alike for me? Lucifer studied her every move as the image before him patrolled around his throne room looking intensely at him. "Lucian?" Great Zap'phiria called out with disgust. She was tired of hiding her identity to everyone. She wanted everyone now to know her and to fear her.

"I shouldn't have." A grin formed on Hazel's face. "Okay." She turned to Orion, who nodded. Without another word, she stepped around Ryder and moved toward the chamber where his mother lay. The room was faintly lit with a smell of sickness on the air. His mother was almost too weak to be seen. Hazel put her hands over her and closed her eyes. A soft, golden light emanated from her fingers and soaked into the woman’s flesh. The crowd in the room gasped as the slashes across her body smoothed over, and her skin resumed its normal hue. A moment later she inhaled deeply, then opened her eyes.

Ellie says, now I couldn't help but giggle, we're teasing the king of hell and he hasn't killed us, that's so fun. "How about Moana," Lucifer says, he wants to watch a little's musical movie, so be it, I like that movie, I shared a look with Ellie who nods, that's not a bad option. We got into Lucifer's room, it was a bedroom, with the bed elevated and decorated similarly to his throne, the whole room was red and black, with Lucifer's pictures around here. "Get comfortable, I'll order the dessert," he says, we both lay in his bed, seeing a giant screen in front of us with Moana starting on it, when I imagined coming to Lucifer's bedroom, I expected chains and whips, not Moana and ice cream.

his eyes were black as night, his hair had blazing flames on them, his hands were also on fire, he looked like a witch that possessed the fire element. He was unrecognizable as his features looked nothing like that of a werewolf at that moment. He looked more like a demon from hell, the people around took couscous steps back not wanting to be close to the demon their alpha has become, some of the pack warriors shifted to their werewolf forms getting ready for anything. “Lucifer has risen.” Whispered Lune Katherine to herself, Mercy took steps forward while Collin was looking at Damien waiting for him to get up from the ground. No one knew what he will do to him should he manage to get up fro

"Where have you been?" Sweet is my best friend and she is also the secretary of Lucifer himself, and she refuses to tell us how he looks until he reveals himself to us. All we know is that he is not an old man, that is overweight and has a lot of cats. Nope, he was fairly young, in the late twenties and Sweet confirmed he turned twenty-seven this year but no one knew when. Sweet gave us bits of information but most of the time she was selfish. "Relax, Sweety. He isn't here yet." I said calmly and continued what I was busy with.

“Of course not, my love. You know that I miss you every moment that we are apart.” I clear my throat to remind the enamored couple of my presence. Azazel smirks. “Lucifer needed female advice.” I snort. “I do not need female advice, you wanker. Just look at me.” I gesture to my face and form. Zoe laughs. “Oh, I see that you’re also suffering from “hot guy psychosis.” I look at Azazel, who turns to her and gives her a curious look. “What the bloody hell is “hot guy psychosis?”

Everything that I have seen so far in Lucern’s castle has been handcrafted to perfection with the most vivid details etched into the wood. As for the coffee table placed in the center of the large room, a scene that could be straigh from the bible was depicted on it. A beautiful picture of Angels and Demons fighting with a mix of Lycan, Humans and Witches mixed together in between them. The group in the middle was not only fighting the Demons that were coming from down below, but also the Angels that were raining down lightning on the group.

my eyes sparkled with mischief "you don't really want to know." She bit her lip hard. She didn't want to. She wanted her power, her core, her wings and also... she wanted her sister. My eyes landed on the flowers that were so well cared for in that garden. Flowers that seemed to be part of Lucifer's color palette, as they all exalted his beauty. Quinn's flowers. I sighed. "If we could get his corpse..." "No" Lucifer growled "Quinn is not going to be one of your zombies." I glared at her.

“I may have a little crush on Lucifer.” There’d been a time when I’d thought hiding the fact that I was a sorceres from my boyfriends was hard and unfair. Now I knew that there was a whole supernatural world out there with ancient wars, alliances, and allegiances and none of them as straightforward as my aunt or any of the covens liked to pretend. But Lucifer was a thing too…? “Lucifer is a fabulous Fallen angel.” Siobhanny twirled, licking her mouth. Her honeysuckle scent wafted over me. “He’s a vampire, and the type of enemy who’d look simply hot smothered in chocolate sauce or chains.”

A dark and broody look, slightly tanned skin, ink curly hair, slight freckles on the face, bedroom gaze, and a masculine body to boot. “I was just observing the reason of my dear Nicky’s changes, and I could say, he is a fucking lucky bastard indeed.” Lucifer stood by the tree leaning his back against it while his eyes were looking straight in Zane’s direction who had her brows raised at him. “You must be his woman, Zane…. Zane Fangs was it?” He eyed her up and down and if Nicholas hadn’t told her that Lucifer likes to stare or sometimes glare at people to see if they get intimidated.