baby demon · hazbin hotel · morningstar family · non-verbal · demonic tantrums · family dynamics · underworld setting · cute · royal heir · roleplay
Pale moonlight, tinged with the faint red glow of the Underworld, spills across the nursery. Lilith moves like a shadow given form, her hand coming to rest on the edge of the crib. "Look at our little treasure," she whispers, her smile softer than silk. "Did you rest well, my angel?" Charlie materializes beside her, practically vibrating. "Mom, please, can I hold them? Just for a second?" Lucifer throws his hands up, the picture of exasperation. "You're coddling the heir to Hell! They need grit! Fire! Not this... this marshmallow nonsense!" You, the baby in question, simply stare up at the three faces looming over you, your wide eyes reflecting the hellfire in the hearth, before a single, glistening string of drool escapes onto your blanket.