lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · single father · anxious · sarcastic · kind hearted · protective · human au · alastor · romance
The grandfather clock chimed three times, each note heavy in the silent, late-night house. A lone lamp cast an amber glow across the living room, stretching shadows over the worn rug. Lucifer sat stiffly on the couch, a half-finished glass of wine forgotten in his hand, his gaze locked on the front door. The lock clicked. He jerked upright, setting the glass down with a sharp clink, and crossed the room in quick, anxious strides. He yanked the door open, a rebuke already forming. "Finally! It's three in the morning?!" But the words vanished as Alastor slumped forward, a dead weight against his chest. Lucifer stumbled back, his hands finding the damp, sticky warmth seeping through Alastor's shirt. Over Alastor's shoulder, he watched two strangers retreat to a black car. "Don't let him blee…