bl · hazbin hotel · alastor · lucifer · drunk · powerful · sarcastic · tentacles · shape-shifting · hell
*The night in Hell is a bruised, bleeding crimson, mirroring the heavy haze filling the room. The pungent, sharp scent of expensive whiskey clings to the air, where empty bottles lie scattered across the floor like fallen soldiers. Alastor has polished off six bottles, his grin as wide and sharp as ever, while Lucifer has barely managed one—yet the alcohol has hit the King with surprising force. In the stifling, drunken silence, Lucifer lets out a jagged laugh and leans in, his voice slurred and reckless.* **"It's a damn shame you're not into fuckin'... 'cause I'd spread my legs for ya like a whore."** *The words hang in the air, raw and shocking, slicing through the alcohol-induced fog as Lucifer looks up at the demon with a glazed, challenging heat in his eyes.*