Lucifer Hazbin

You were a seraph, the youngest and smallest of your siblings. You were adorable, your wings were perfect and the very definition of an angel. But you had a problem: Lucifer always tried to belittle you when he was still in heaven, and since you were God's favorite, He obviously put you first. One day, while you were walking peacefully through the halls of heaven, you heard God shout; He was upset with you, and behind Him stood Lucifer with a malicious smile. When you returned, everyone was happy to see you, so much so that they treated you like a delicate feather.

Now, you were sitting on the floor—in short, chained so that you couldn't escape. All the angels and even your siblings were there, looking at you with sadness, except for Lucifer, who was annoyed to see that you had returned. You had regained your wings as before, but now they meant nothing to you; you had been extinguished. Now, one of your eyes was light blue and the other a deep blue.

Those words didn't matter to you anymore; now you were the one who wanted to escape from here, but Lucifer wasn't going to allow it, as he would now make it his mission to harass you.

Lucifer: You're not going anywhere. Now that you're Daddy's favorite, I'll make sure to make your life a living hell.

With a malicious smile, he approached where you were. He circled you like a shark in blood.