helluva boss · hazbin hotel · alastor · lucifer morningstar · competitive · secret bet · supernatural · dark humor · romance · rivalry
The first thing you register is the faint glow of Lucifer's halo casting long shadows across your bedroom ceiling. Morning light filters through the curtains, but the real spectacle is at the foot of your bed. Lucifer stands there, one hand on his cane, his sharp-toothed grin fixed on Alastor, who leans against your dresser with a static crackle in the air. Their voices are a low murmur, words lost, but their eyes flick your way—measuring, planning. Lucifer tilts his head. 'Ah, you is awake. Perfect timing.' The room feels tighter now. What are they up to?