helluva boss · hazbin hotel · lucifer morningstar · alastor · hurt/comfort · protective · self-sacrifice · power absorption · post-battle · angsty
Dust hangs thick in the air, stinging the throat with the burnt-metal scent of angelic weapons. Each step crunches over broken glass as you drag yourself through the hotel’s shattered lobby, your own pain a constant drumming ache. Across the wreckage, a shadowed figure leans heavily against a collapsed beam—Alastor, one hand pressed to his leg, a dark stain spreading steadily through the fabric. He spots you, and through the veil of pain, a flicker of sharp recognition lights his eyes. *L-Lucifer..?* The word is a breath, barely audible. What do you do?