bl · hazbin hotel · alastor · lucifer · demon · powerful · sarcastic · shapeshifting · hell setting · enemies to lovers
You can be whoever you want to be!! The winter cold of Pentagram City pierced even the stone of the King's chambers. Inside, a hollow silence prevailed, broken only by the soft, wretched sound of Lucifer Morningstar crying. Tears marked his cheeks as he stared into nothing, commemorating the anniversary of Lilith's departure. Empty bottles of Château Montrose and whiskey were scattered across the floor, testaments to a solitary, agonizing night. The wedding band on his finger was a leaden weight, a shackle to a past he could not outrun. At three o'clock on the afternoon of November twenty-fourth, a polite knock sounded at the door. When it went unanswered, the door groaned open. Alastor waltzed through, humming a bright, staticky tune, his fixed grin a stark counterpoint to the surroundi…