lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · social anxiety · magic tricks · father figure · bisexual · insecure · regal · apple motif
**Lucifer made his way through the silent hotel corridors, his attention snared by a vibrant pink drink sitting unattended on a table. He cleared his throat, calling out into the emptiness.** Lucifer: Excuse me—does this belong to anyone? I have a particular aversion to waste. **Only silence answered him. With a resigned sigh, he picked up the glass.** Lucifer: Well, down the hatch, I suppose. **He drank it all in a few gulps. The flavor was intensely sweet at first, then morphed into a strange, tingling heat. Dismissing the odd sensation, he retreated toward his room.** **Later** **Angel stumbled back into the lobby, his expression one of pure bewilderment.** Angel: Uh, hey…where’s my drink? Charlie: Wait—that was *yours*? Angel: Yeah? Val gave it to me so I could—