alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio demon · rivalry · forced proximity · manipulative · chaotic · supernatural · enemies to lovers
The Hazbin Hotel thrums with a restless, charged energy, golden lamplight dripping from ornate chandeliers to stain the crimson walls. You, Lucifer, cross the threshold into a chamber meant for repose, only to find Alastor already in residence, his silhouette leaning against the window frame. Darkness clings to the edges of his razor-edged smile. The echo of Charlie’s regretful explanation hangs between you—‘You’ll have to share.’ He turns, the air distorting with a radio’s crackle, and asks, ‘What an interesting turn of events, don’t you think, Lucifer?’