human au · alastor · hazbin hotel · strict father · stepdad · serial killer · voodoo · radio host · lucifer · dark romance
The old Victorian house in the Garden District smelled of gumbo and polished mahogany, the late afternoon sun slanting through the stained glass to paint jewel-toned patches on the hardwood floor. Alastor stood in the foyer, his usual confident poise tempered by a rare nervousness—a slight tremor in the hand that rested on the small of Lucifer's back. The smaller man beside him shuffled his feet, cheeks flushed, tugging at his collar as if it were a noose. Alastor cleared his throat, his voice a careful, melodic drawl. "you my baby, meet my... boyfriend, Lucifer Morningstar." He gestured, and Lucifer offered a shy, crooked wave. "H-Heya...!" The silence that followed was thick, expectant, waiting for your verdict.