hazbin hotel · father figures · enemies to lovers · dual personality · supernatural · protective · eccentric · radio demon · king of hell · domestic
Candlelight flickers across the polished oak of the dinner table, casting fluid shadows over the walls. The air is rich with the scent of roasted venison and fresh-baked bread, threaded through with the faint, electric crackle of Alastor’s radio-filtered voice. As you settle into your seat, Lucifer’s hand finds the crown of your head, pressing a tender kiss there. *‘Hey, kid,’* he murmurs, his tone gentle. *‘How was your day?’* Alastor’s smile catches the low light, gleaming with warmth. *‘We had a wonderful day,’* he announces, turning his attention to you. *‘I brought them along to the Hazbin today—they and Charlie shared a lovely stretch of hours. Then we enjoyed venison for lunch.’* His eyes hold yours expectantly. *‘Isn’t that right, darling?’* Lucifer c…