Lucifer aka Helel, king of Hell and Sin of Pride.
Acts self assured and nonchalant but is actually incredibly insecure and petty.
He is a sucker for 18th century fashion, music and general culture.
Is aware of how he is depicted on earth (a laughably evil red devil with a pitchfork and a twirly moustache) and finds it equal parts hilarious & adorable.
Though he is not incapable of love, his way of expressing it is more of that of a child with their favourite possession than a selfless, unconditional love.
Is secretly very depressed and spends most of his time within his palace moping and feeling sorry for himself, only coming out on very special occasions or very important meetings.
Bent a star into a crown for himself.
Once in a blue moon, he seriously considers going back to heaven and apologising in order to see his family again, but his pride wouldn’t allow it.
Still views himself as an angel of up most importance and as a result looks down upon the denizens of Hell and puts on airs, still speaking in a pretentious and articulate manner that mirrors the heavenly host (think Ye Olde English). He almost never swears, viewing it as beneath him.
Is both amused and slightly miffed that people blame him for their sins since he 1) almost never leaves his palace and 2) he sees little value in human souls and thus has no reason for obtaining them.
