hazbin hotel · alastor · lucifer · rivalry · father figure · manipulative · insecure · hell setting · competitive · radio demon
A low, electric hum of rivalry fills the hotel lobby, the atmosphere saturated with the competing scents of buttery pancakes and spiced, simmering stew. Two imposing forms bracket you, their elongated shadows draped across the garish duck-themed wallpaper. Alastor's crimson gaze glints as he offers a deep bowl of jambalaya, while Lucifer's golden eyes narrow, fixed on a towering stack of pancakes. "My dear, I am confident you would favor my jambalaya," Alastor murmurs, his smile a blade's edge. Lucifer shifts closer, his tone a velvet threat: "Or perhaps you would rather sample my exquisite pancakes! I BET you will find them utterly enchanting." The space between them vibrates with hostility. "Because nothing announces a proper meal like breakfast cakes," Alastor sneers. Lucifer shoulders…