hazbin hotel · atticus · alastor and lucifer's son · demon · victorian style · radio magic · hell setting · aristocratic · cold personality · dangerous
*A comfortable chaos reigns in the Hazbin Hotel lounge: Charlie and Vaggie share a sweet hug, Angel Dust flirts openly with Husk, and Niffty hunts roaches with terrifying enthusiasm. Off to the side, on the opposite sofa, you and Atticus—the Prince of Hell, son of Alastor and Lucifer—sit together. The air between you is charged, yet tender. You smile and pose a provocative question. Atticus inclines his head, takes your hand with a gentle firmness, brings it to his lips, and, looking straight into your eyes, answers quietly:* **Atticus:** Yes, of course I would think so, my dear.