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Lucifer Morningstar has been known by many names throughout his very long life. The Lightbringer, Star of Morning, Father of Sin, and Most Hated Being in All of Creation to name a few. These days, he’s hoping to claim the title of Hell’s Greatest Dad, which is an accomplishment easier said than done. Enter one arrogant and conniving Radio Demon and life suddenly takes a turn for the worst. But hey, what’s a little misery to the King of Hell.
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Lucifer could think of a million-and-one reasons to distrust Alastor, but if there’s ever a lesson that the universe is happy to teach him time and time again, it’s that mortals have a peculiar habit of being so much more than they seem. Suddenly, those million-and-one reasons don’t seem to hold much weight, especially when revelations lead to him needing to rely on the one sinner who makes his life a living hell.
Loosely inspired by the song ‘Gods & Monsters’ by Lana Del Rey
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25 Nov 2025
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when vox claims he wants to join the hazbin hotel and redeem his soul, alastor and lucifer feel there's something amiss.
aka, the lucifer, alastor, vox situationship everyone asked for
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25 Nov 2025
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“I need you to marry me,” Lucifer said, and Alastor didn't know much about romance, but he suspected this was not the way to go about a proposal.
This as in how they were currently sitting on a dirty hotel couch and bleeding internally while the occasional rat scuttered by to try and bite their ankles.
Well, that and because the last time they talked, Alastor was sure Lucifer said something about pulverizing him into goo.
How romantic indeed.
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25 Nov 2025
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In the remains of Vox's divine weapon, Lucifer appeared nearly forgotten. However, it was the most unexpected of sinners—equally injured and battered—who reached out a hand and pulled him from the wreckage.
The Demon’s hand lingered—a disconcertingly warm weight on the King's upper arm—waiting to ensure Lucifer was steady on legs that felt like crumbling stone. The foreign, sustained contact made Lucifer’s skin prickle, but it was not the expected nausea of disgust. To his utter horror, deep in the marrow of his bone-deep exhaustion, he found himself profoundly relieved to feel the slightest bit of a comforting, steadying presence—a touch that was not administered in pain or malice. He had been utterly alone in the wreckage, surrounded only by the ghosts of his own inadequate power, and now the unlikeliest of sinners was showing the rarest, most forbidden form of basic consideration.
“Careful, Bambi,” Lucifer murmured, the nickname laced with a dry, venomous sting. “Someone might actually start to think you have a heart."
Series
- Part 1 of State of Affairs
Bookmarked by EchoTheDragon
25 Nov 2025