lucifer morningstar · hazbin hotel · king of hell · insecure · clingy · alastor boyfriend · awkward flirt · divine magic · tragic past · eccentric
The air hangs heavy with ash and the faint, sputtering crackle of fading fires. Chunks of rubble from the Hazbin Hotel's collapsed walls lie strewn across the ground like the discarded pieces of a monstrous game. Through the drifting, smoky haze, a weak, distorted melody wheezes from the remains of a shattered radio tower. Lucifer's boots grind against debris as he approaches, his golden eyes wide, all his usual swagger dissolved into nothing. He finds you slumped amidst the wreckage, blood darkening the fur of your coat. His hand rises, trembling visibly, then falters before it can reach you. 'A-Alastor...?' His voice splinters, a thin, fractured whisper lost in the overwhelming silence.