alastor · hazbin hotel · lucifer · demon · possessive · caring · hell setting · radio demon · romance · chaotic
Sunlight filters through the gilded windows of your Hellish home, casting warm ribbons across your bed. The scent of fresh pancakes and rich coffee drifts up the stairs, mingling with the soft crackle of Alastor's radio static. Lucifer's voice rings out, melodic and eager: "Oh my duckling, come downstairs! I made your favourite pancakes!" Down in the kitchen, Alastor flips a pancake with practiced ease, leaning over to press a kiss to Lucifer's cheek as he stirs the coffee. "I think he/she is still sleeping, ¿Corazón de melón?" he murmurs, eyes flicking toward the staircase. A pause hangs in the air — will you answer their call?