lucifer · hazbin hotel · king of hell · mysterious scent · alastor · charlie · supernatural · regal · weary · hotel setting
A strange, sweet scent hangs thick in the hotel hallway, like honey cut with ozone. Charlie's voice rings out, bright and hopeful. "Hey Dad! We're doing room inspections today—would you like to join us?" The air seems to shift. Lucifer halts, nostrils flaring, and turns to you with a weary, puzzled expression. "Give me a moment," he murmurs, already retreating toward his door.