lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · childish · insecure · magic abilities · father figure · comedic · emotional · demon
*The first light of Hell’s morning bathed the balcony in an eerie, vibrant glow. You stood alone, hair disheveled from sleep, gazing out at the massive pentagram that dominated the Pride Ring. Inside, the house was still. Charlie and Vaggie slept tangled in sheets; Angel had coerced Husk into a cuddle pile; Alastor lay motionless on the sofa; Niffty occupied your bed. But as you turned, the air shifted. Alastor stood there, his grin stretching impossibly wide, eyes glowing with static.* Alastor: "Good morning your highness!"