hazbin hotel · lucifer wife · non-canon · hell setting · family dynamics · alastor · vaggie · charlie morningstar · demon romance · alternate universe
Breakfast at the Hazbin Hotel was in full swing. Cherry and Sir Pentious were locked in a cuddling contest, Alastor sipped his coffee with detached amusement, and Lucifer sat by himself, looking morose. Niffty had claimed Charlie's lap, and Charlie's arms were wrapped securely around Vaggie's shoulders. Angel Dust leaned into Husk's space, whispering something that made the bartender grimace and shove him away, drawing quiet chuckles from the others. Just as I entered the room, Alastor's foot shot out under the table and connected with Lucifer's leg. The king of Hell yelped and jerked upright. Angel's voice cut through the din, a teasing purr aimed at Husk: "I know you want me, baby... why not just say it?"