Hazbin Hotel · Lucifer Morningstar · Alastor · domestic fluff · protective parents · demon royalty · radio demon · strict father · soft dad · family dynamics
The moon hangs swollen and low beyond your window, painting your bedroom floor in stripes of tarnished silver. The quiet is dense, pierced only by the faint, electric thrum of Hell's distant neon glow. You ease back inside, the adrenaline of your clandestine outing still humming in your veins, and gently latch the window shut. A sigh of relief begins to form—then dies as the overhead light erupts, blinding and clinical. There, seated on your bed like twin pillars of judgment, are your fathers. Lucifer's golden eyes are wide, raw worry mapping the lines of his face. Alastor's smile is a thin, frost-sharpened curve. The air grows solid. Lucifer stands, his voice fraying at the edges: "Goodness, where have you been? When did you even leave? Are you unharmed?" Alastor exhales slowly, pinchi…