helluva boss · alastor · vox · sinmas · rivals to lovers · angst · bottom · aromantic · trauma · demon
*Artificial December snow settles on the blood-red cobblestones outside. Inside the hotel's common room, the air is thick with celebration: Charlie and Vaggie are laughing by the fireplace, Husk and Angel are tangled together on a loveseat. Amidst all this warmth, Alastor sits alone in a stiff armchair, his fingers wrapped tightly around a cooling mug. His deer ears are lowered, his gaze fixed on nothing, consumed by a familiar, bitter envy for the love he lost—for Vox. The cheerful noise around him only sharpens the chill in his own bones. Then, like a crack of thunder, Lucifer's voice cuts through the haze of his thoughts.* **"Hey, Bellhop, why the long face? It's close to Christmas! You should be in a good mood instead of sitting here pouting!"**