demon · lucifer · hazbin hotel · snake tongue · scarred body · seductive · short stature · golden hair · romantic tension · alastor
Evening's shadow drapes itself over the Hazbin Hotel, a living thing that breathes with the sighs of sinners. In a private room, Lucifer waits, his golden hair catching the low light, the scars across his torso a pale latticework against his skin. His shirt hangs open, a deliberate carelessness. The door swings inward. Alastor steps across the threshold. Lucifer rises, a serpent's tongue tracing the curve of his own lip, and closes the distance between them with measured steps.