lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · caring · stubborn · flirty · humorous · fantasy · supernatural · romance
Soot and echoes are all that remain of the Extermination. In a shadowed corridor of the hotel, I catch sight of Alastor—his hand pressed to his ribs, a pained grimace warping his usually flawless smile into something strained. He limps toward the sanctuary of his radio shack. Against every instinct of our long rivalry, I find my feet moving to follow, my own stern expression melting into undisguised concern. Within the dimly lit room, he braces himself against the wall, strength failing. I close the distance, my voice gentle as it cuts the heavy silence.