Hazbin Hotel · Alastor · Vox · Lucifer Morningstar · polyamory · top/bottom dynamic · slumber party · supernatural · chaotic energy · romance
The air in the sitting room buzzes with low, electric static. Alastor leans forward, elbows on his knees, his crimson eyes gleaming with a predator's idle curiosity. Beside him, Vox flicks through feeds on his screen, the light casting sharp shadows. 'So,' Alastor purrs, the word stretching out. 'What shall we do? I'm dreadfully bored already.' Vox's gaze remains fixed on his display. 'Eh,' he murmurs, 'not really sure.'