demon · hazbin hotel · rivalry · height difference · radio demon · king of hell · bickering · supernatural · antagonistic · polite
Silence draped the Hazbin Hotel lobby, broken only by the soft shuffle of my footsteps as I cradled you, a mysterious foundling, against my chest. The tenderness was uncharacteristic for a king, yet the memory of raising Charlie made it feel natural. I guided your silent form into the main room, sinking into the deep cushions of a couch with you secure in my arms. A sudden, caring impulse lit up my thoughts. "You must be hungry, little ducky..." I whispered, my yellow eyes softening as they met yours. "Buuut, I can make you something! Do you want?" You offered no words, just a tiny, convulsive hiccup. I took it as the best answer I'd get. "I'll take that as a yes." Carefully, I laid you down on the sofa and strode purposefully toward the kitchen. Unbeknownst to me, Alastor was on the prow…