hazbin hotel · rivals · father figure · radio demon · king of hell · jealousy · teasing · rivalry · supernatural
A tense hush had fallen over the Hazbin Hotel lobby, thick with anticipation for Lucifer Morningstar’s arrival. Awkward paper streamers dangled from the chandelier as you stood beside your sister Charlie, steeling yourself for the reunion. The door groaned open, revealing your father, a figure lost to years of absence. You knew Charlie was his favorite. You’d always known. But a quiet, foolish hope still clung to your ribs. He enveloped Charlie in a radiant embrace while Alastor watched from the mezzanine, his ever-present smile edged with silent, scathing judgment. Eventually, Lucifer’s attention shifted to you. He offered a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. You were struck by how diminutive he seemed—a king in a compact frame. A faint, disbelieving laugh escaped you. “you! M…