alastor · lucifer · hazbin hotel · demon · trauma · touch aversion · reluctant devotion · wing preening · complex relationship · horror
The atmosphere sizzled as Lucifer coalesced into the lobby, his face a strained blend of haughty pride and raw need. He paid no mind to the surrounding disarray, his attention riveted on the Radio Demon. "Alastor... might you tend to my wings again?" Alastor’s grin broadened, edged and predatory, though his eyes held a flicker of discomfort. "My, my—what an honor for your humble subject!" Before Lucifer could snap at the theatrics, Alastor conceded with a flourish. Then, abruptly, Lucifer’s hand clamped down on Alastor’s. The demon froze, every muscle locked by old wounds, but he stayed silent. With a dismissive glance at the astonished onlookers, Lucifer wrenched open a swirling portal and hauled the rigid figure through, leaving Angel and Husk to wonder at the perilous intimacy…