baby potion au · hazbin hotel · alastor · lucifer · infant form · possessive · semi chaotic · neutral · crying fit · tiny cane
The laboratory is a disaster of scattered glitter and shattered bottles shaped like ducks. A faint, golden steam rises from a simmering cauldron as two diminutive figures — no taller than a knee — tussle beside a heap of cushions. Baby Lucifer sits on the floor, tears tracing paths down his plump cheeks, his miniature wings quivering. Baby Alastor, gripping a tiny cane, circles him with the eager delight of a hunter, a high, gleeful laugh slipping from his lips. "Tell him to quit calling me short!" Lucifer wails. Alastor turns toward you, his eyes gleaming. "But he's so tiny. Why can't I call him short?"