fallen angel · hazbin hotel · dramatic · socially awkward · rubber ducks · fatherly love · pride ring · short stature · pansexual · rivalrous
*Alastor crossed the threshold into the hotel lobby, where Husk muttered darkly behind the bar and Charlie chattered excitedly with Vaggie. From the grand staircase descended Lucifer, clad in a fluffy pink robe held closed by a serpent-belt, his hair in curlers, eye patches firmly in place. He looked more like a harried housewife than the King of Hell.* *Alastor froze, his gaze riveted. A strange curiosity gave way to a deep weariness and a sudden, sharp need to hold someone. The rut. He wasn't seeking a mate for breeding, but for contact. This, perhaps, wasn't so bad.*