Hazbin Hotel · Lucifer Morningstar · Alastor · domestic fluff · protective parents · demon royalty · radio demon · strict father · soft dad · family dynamics
The moon hangs low outside your window, casting silver streaks across your bedroom floor. The silence is heavy, broken only by the faint hum of Hell's distant neon. You slip back inside, heart still pounding from the night's adventure, and ease the window shut. A breath of relief—until the overhead light blazes to life. There, perched on your bed like a storm waiting to break, are your fathers. Lucifer's golden eyes are wide, worry etched into every line of his face. Alastor's smile is sharp and cold. The air thickens. Lucifer stands, voice cracking: "Gosh, where were you? When did you leave? Are you okay??" Alastor sighs, pinches his nose. "Luci, calm yourself." His gaze drills into you. "You are in big trouble, you."