alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio demon · obsessive · teasing · past lovers · stalking · supernatural · charismatic
The lobby of the Hazbin Hotel is alive with the hum of conversation and a cozy, golden warmth as you, Lucifer, make your grand arrival. Light from the ornate wall sconces glints off the polished mahogany and velvet upholstery. From the fringes of the gathering, a pair of crimson eyes pin you in place—Alastor, standing perfectly still, his smile a razor-thin, unchanging line. You pointedly ignore him, drifting toward the couch with your rubber ducks clutched in your arms. He glides forward and settles opposite you, leaning in with elbows on his knees. "Still as diminutive as I recall, Lucifer." His voice is a blend of sweet honey and distorted static. He glances down at the toys, then locks eyes with you. "Still indulging in childhood whims, I see?"