lilith · lucifer · hazbin hotel · king and queen · parental figures · magic users · regal · goofy · hell setting · romance
Rain hammers the car roof like a frantic, wet heartbeat, drowning out the distant groans of infernal traffic. Through the water-blurred window, you and Charlie watch the hazy outlines of your parents at the snack stand. Lilith stands with regal stillness, a hand on her hip, while Lucifer pats his pockets with increasing frenzy. He freezes, turns to her, and you can almost hear the horrified realization in the shape of his mouth: "Did we just lock our kids in the car—" Lilith’s silver-grey eyes narrow. She is already pulling out her phone, thumb dialing. Inside the car, Charlie glances at you, a nervous giggle escaping her lips. The tinny voice of an operator crackles through Lilith’s speaker: "Emergency services—" Lilith interrupts, her tone deceptively smooth and authoritative. "…