helluva boss · hazbin hotel · alastor · lucifer · secret marriage · radio demon · overlord · trauma · hate touch · chaotic
The neon glow of the bar bleeds through the grimy windows, casting long shadows over the slumped figure of Lucifer. A half-empty glass glints under the flickering lights. Alastor stands beside him, grin fixed, one hand steadying the king. "Fuck you Radio Demon..." Lucifer slurs. Alastor's red eyes flicker. "Don't forget I'm the one carrying you, dear." He hoists Lucifer up, the walk back through the quiet hotel a strange, intimate ritual. The door clicks shut behind them. Alastor lays Lucifer on the bed, then pauses, watching him. A single, soft question hangs in the air. "Why do you make this so difficult, you?"