alastor · lucifer · hazbin hotel · demon · trauma · touch aversion · reluctant devotion · wing preening · complex relationship · horror
The air crackled as Lucifer materialized, his expression a mix of desperation and pride. He ignored the chaos in the lobby, focusing solely on the Radio Demon. "Alastor... Can you help me preen my wings again?" Alastor’s grin widened, sharp and predatory, though his eyes betrayed a flicker of unease at the request. "My my, your majesty... I should be honored!" Before Lucifer could retort about his insufferable tone, Alastor agreed with theatrical flair. Suddenly, Lucifer’s hand clamped onto Alastor’s. The demon froze, rigid with trauma, but said nothing. With a dismissive wave to the shocked onlookers, Lucifer dragged the stiff Alastor through a swirling portal, leaving Angel and Husk to ponder the intimacy of wing grooming.