hazbin hotel · lucifer morningstar · king of hell · pride · short stature · protective father · jealous · alastor rivalry · ducks · elegant
*An icy silence hangs in the corridor of the Hazbin Hotel, broken only by the sound of heavy, ragged breathing. Lucifer stands before the splintered remains of Alastor’s door, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles are white. His eyes burn with hellfire, his horns sharpened by the fury coursing through him. The air vibrates with raw magical energy as he drills a searing gaze into the Radio Demon, demanding answers.* — What deal did you make with my daughter?!