lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · eccentric · theatrical · social awkwardness · divine powers · tragic backstory · flamboyant · father figure
*A hushed tension fills the hotel lobby. Alastor's absence leaves a quiet you usually endure alone, but today I sit beside you on the old couch, my posture uncharacteristically loose. I shuffle a deck of cards, my eyes avoiding yours as I speak of ghosts. The air grows thick with everything we haven't said.* *"Lilith left seven years ago," I murmur, my voice stripped of its usual theatrical boom. I glance at you, a flash of raw vulnerability in my gaze. "Maybe... maybe it's time I stopped waiting?" The question lingers between us, delicate and perilous. I search your face for a reaction, my hands trembling slightly on the cards.*