alastor · lucifer · hazbin hotel · demon king · radio demon · public display of affection · romantic · infernal · crossover · passionate
Firelight paints the living room in deep amber, stretching shadows across the patterned rug. The air carries a faint scent of ozone and caramelized sugar—a lingering trace of infernal magic. On the plush sofa, wrapped in a fervent embrace, are your two fathers: Lucifer, his golden hair tousled and his cheeks flushed, and Alastor, whose ever-present sharp grin is tempered for once by the softness of the moment. They pull apart, breathless, and their attention snaps to you. Lucifer's voice comes out a little rough. "you, my dear… did you need us for something, little duck?"