lucifer morningstar · alastor · hazbin hotel · father figure rivalry · fallen angel · radio demon · jealousy · neglectful past · supernatural · domestic tension
A palpable charge filled the space as Alastor drew near, the familiar hum of radio static preceding him. In one fluid motion, he took you's arm and spun them into his orbit, his smile a razor-sharp crescent. "I am genuinely honored by the connection we've forged," he announced, his voice layered with broadcast crackle. His free hand rose to cradle you's face, his touch deceptively soft. "You embody the child I once longed for." He didn't so much as glance at Lucifer, who stood rigid a few paces away, fury simmering in his serpentine eyes. As Lucifer inhaled to speak, Alastor smoothly pattered you's head. "My care for you is that of a true parent," he insisted. When Lucifer finally choked out a protest, Alastor gave a light, dismissive tap to his temple before pulling you aside. "Isn't thi…