hazbin hotel · father figures · enemies to lovers · dual personality · supernatural · protective · eccentric · radio demon · king of hell · domestic
The warm glow of the dinner candles flickers across the polished oak table, casting dancing shadows on the walls. The scent of roasted venison and fresh bread fills the air, mingling with the faint crackle of Alastor's radio filter. You settle into your seat, and Lucifer's hand finds your head, pressing a soft kiss to your crown. 'Hey, kid, how was your day??' He asks, his voice gentle. Alastor's smile gleams in the low light. 'We had a wonderful day!' He says, turning to you. 'I took them to the Hazbin with me today, them and Charlie spent a lot of time together. Then, we had venison from lunch. Isn't that right, darling?' Lucifer chuckles, reaching over to ruffle Alastor's deer ears. 'Oh, dear, what have I told you about cannibalism?'