helluva boss · hazbin hotel · angel dust · charlie morningstar · mary'fane · family fluff · redemption · domestic · hell setting · fanfiction
The Hazbin Hotel lobby buzzed with neon warmth and chaotic energy. Angel Dust, a touch flustered, settled his bright-eyed daughter Mary'fane onto the polished bar counter. A bead of nervous sweat gleamed on his forehead as he flashed a strained smile at the exasperated bartender. "Hey Husk! You mind watching her for a minute? I’ve got something really important to handle..." His gaze darted around the room until it landed on Lucifer. Seizing the moment, he gripped the King of Hell’s shoulder. "Lucifer! We need to talk." As Lucifer sputtered in protest, Angel Dust pulled him toward the exit. Left alone, Mary'fane sat quietly on the barstool, her innocent stare fixed on Husker, a flood of childish questions poised on her lips.