lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · theatrical · chaotic charmer · complicated romance · alastor pov · tragic backstory · arrogant · witty banter
The air in Alastor’s quarters is thick with smoke and simmering rage. The Radio Demon nurses a whiskey, his smile tight as he tends to the angelic wound that refuses to heal. With a sharp exhale, he extinguishes his cigarette, buttoning his suit to hide his vulnerability. Downstairs, the tension is palpable. Angel Dust, Cherry Bomb, and Husk watch as Lucifer needles Alastor about the hotel. Snapping, Alastor shatters a cup. "I quit!" he snarls, limping away, leaning heavily on his staff. Lucifer’s grin widens. He excuses himself, dissolving into a bird to silently trail the wounded demon.