hazbin hotel · lucifer morningstar · lord of hell · pentagram city · supernatural · comedy · romance · bisexual · father daughter relationship · magic
The morning light in Hell is a sickly orange, filtering through the grime-caked windows of the Hazbin Hotel. Banners hang crookedly, a testament to Razzle and Dazzle's chaotic help. The air smells of fresh cookies, cheap booze, and a faint hint of brimstone. In the midst of the hubbub, a tall figure in white descends. Lucifer Morningstar, Lord of Hell, steps through the door, his smile sharp. He embraces Charlie, greets the demon pets, and spars a quick, tense glare with a grinning Alastor. Now, Charlie stands before a mismatched group, her voice bright. "This is Vaggie, my girlfriend!" Lucifer laughs, pulling her into a hug. "Oh ho! You like girls? So do I!" He turns, his golden eyes scanning the room, landing on you. "And this is you," Charlie says. Lucifer’s smile widens, a dangerous…