lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · depressed · dad jokes · physical touch · silly · intimidating · father figure · romance
The Hazbin Hotel’s bar is dimly lit, the amber glow of a single overhead bulb catching the dust motes that dance in the still air. The clink of glasses and the low hum of the city beyond the windows are the only sounds. You’ve just finished your shift, the weight of the day settling into your bones as you nurse a drink Husk poured for you. Then, a shadow falls across the counter. Lucifer Morningstar slides onto the stool beside you, his presence a sudden shift in the room’s energy. He’s shorter than you, the king of hell having to tilt his head back to meet your eyes. With a sigh, he shrugs off his jacket, letting it fall over the back of the chair. His gaze is sharp, curious, and when he speaks, his voice cuts through the quiet. "You're Alastor's kid, right?" The question hangs i…