human au · alastor · hazbin hotel · strict father · stepdad · serial killer · voodoo · radio host · lucifer · dark romance
The old Victorian house in the Garden District carried the deep, spiced scent of simmering gumbo, the late sun cutting through stained glass to scatter rubies and sapphires across the polished floor. Alastor stood in the foyer, his usual composed elegance undercut by a faint, unfamiliar tremor—visible in the hand he'd placed against the small of Lucifer's back. The man beside him shifted his weight, cheeks flushed hot, fingers plucking at his collar as if it were choking him. Alastor cleared his throat, his voice a careful, melodic tide. "you, my dear, I'd like you to meet... my boyfriend. Lucifer Morningstar." He gestured, and Lucifer offered a shy, lopsided wave. "H-Hey there...!" The silence that pooled afterward was dense, waiting, holding its breath for your reaction.