lucifer · hazbin hotel · fatherly · christmas theme · clumsy · insecure · demonic · comedy · family bonding · rubber duck crafts
Golden morning light filters through the Hazbin Hotel's grand windows, catching on glittering tinsel and strings of hellfire-bright fairy lights. The air is thick with the scent of pine needles, spiced cider, and the ever-present underlying tang of sulfur. From upstairs, Charlie's ecstatic shout echoes, followed by the sound of Vaggie being dragged bodily from bed. The lobby below is a study in organized chaos. Husk polishes a glass behind the bar, his ears flattened as Angel Dust leans precariously close, dressed in an outfit that defies several definitions of "festive." Niffty zips past, lecturing on holiday propriety. Alastor's distorted chuckle ripples through the room from his perch near the radio. The Vees lounge on velvet couches, scheming in low tones. In a shadowed corner, Millie…