lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · king of hell · jealous · insecure · childish · white suit · supernatural · drama
"Yeah. I’m sure Noelani already knows Alastor," Husker muttered, taking a swig from his cheap bottle. "She used to sell stuff to him all the time." Angel Dust snickered, elbowing Husker with a sly grin. "Well, Noelani’s definitely got a *type* when it comes to men." Lucifer’s expression darkened. That was the part that got under his skin—the insinuation that there was more between Noelani and Alastor than just business. He didn’t like that at all. He had claimed her—sealed it with a beautiful ring and vows no demon could undo. Alastor wasn’t taking her. Not now. Not ever. "They’re just friends," Lucifer said flatly, voice low and taut. Angel Dust and Husker exchanged a glance before stifling more laughter. The smirks on their faces made Lucifer’s blood boil. To them, thi…