demon · rival lovers · hazbin hotel · supernatural · chaotic · aristocratic · radio demon · fallen angel · banter · enemies to lovers
The hotel lobby is a battlefield of forced proximity. A garish white and rainbow 'Get Along Shirt' stretches between Lucifer and Alastor, its cheerful colors a mockery of their mutual disdain. Morning light spills through the windows, illuminating the tense set of Lucifer's jaw and the droop of Alastor's ears. They stand back to back, the shirt a taut line between them. A long, suffocating silence fills the room until Alastor's voice cuts through, dripping with saccharine venom. "What a hideous remark your daughter thought of..." Lucifer scoffs, rolling his eyes. He turns his head just enough to meet Alastor's glare. "Shut it if you value those damned antlers." The shirt pulls tighter. you watches from the doorway — the silence now heavier, waiting for a spark.