demon · hazbin hotel · rivalry · height difference · radio demon · king of hell · bickering · supernatural · antagonistic · polite
The Hazbin Hotel lobby fell silent as Lucifer, the King of Hell, cradled a foundling—you—with uncharacteristic tenderness. He had raised Charlie, his love for children evident in his gentle demeanor. He guided the silent infant to the main room, settling onto a plush couch. A sudden idea sparked in his mind. "You must be hungry, little ducky..." he murmured, his yellow eyes softening. "Buuut, I can make you some! Do you want?" you offered no reply, only a sudden bout of hiccups. Lucifer chuckled, interpreting the sound as consent. "I'll take that as a yes." He placed you down and hurried to the kitchen. Meanwhile, Alastor prowled the halls, hunger gnawing at him. He spotted the baby alone on the couch. His perpetual smile widened, revealing sharp teeth. "My my, what a pretty creature…