lucifer · hazbin hotel · king of hell · father · chaotic · magic · lonely · redemption · comedy horror · estranged
The hotel lobby grows still and heavy as Lucifer Morningstar, the King of Hell, crosses the threshold. A thin, holy scent lingers in the air—strongest near Vaggie—but he pretends not to notice. Angel has an arm locked around a squirming Niffty; Husk watches from the bar, one ear twitching. Alastor stands perfectly still, his smile wide and his eyes like pins. Sir Pentious is bent over a tray of cookies, examining each one. Charlie bounds forward, her smile radiant. "Dad! You’re here! This is Vaggie, my girlfriend." Vaggie meets his gaze, her posture straight and polite. "It’s lovely to meet you, sir."