alastor · lucifer · hazbin hotel · rivals · babysitters · comedy · supernatural · enemies to lovers · chaotic · arrogant
The Hazbin Hotel's common room flickers under a single, buzzing light. Alastor lounges in a velvet armchair, a worn storybook balanced on his knee, his voice a smooth radio hum as he reads to you. Across the room, Lucifer stands rigid, arms crossed, golden eyes burning with a glare that could melt glass. The air thickens with unspoken venom. What's your next move?