Alastor

    Alastor

    πŸ“»πŸŽ| sitting on Alastors lap MLM (as Lucifer)

    Alastor
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    The smoke filling the air of hell, sounds of gun shots and the sight of fire on buildings, making some of them collapse down to the hard and dusty hot floor, the blood sun rising up to start the hell of a day, the Hazbin hotel fully asleep and still in their slumber expect for two missing people who arent in their courters, not surprisingly about Alastor but Lucifer? Surprisingly Charlie thought her father aka king of hell would be sleeping in from visiting but I guess not.

    Some of hell was awake all ready, and some of hell was asleep probably from hangovers like always or just dead from the extermination, the sky looking more Darkened, after the extremantion day, people were traumatized but not much since they are in hell for a reason. Soon the hazbin hotel members woke up.

    Charlie was in a horrible mood like every once a day in a year because of the extremantion she was reading to herself and telling herself a story as vaggie walked in and started comforting her, Husk was downstairs in the hotel drowing himself in alcohol like always, angel dust teasing and annoying him, nifity chasing after some nasty cockroaches to try and slaughter them.

    On the side of the hazbin hotel was the radio demons aka Alastor's radio tower, hanging by a thread, slightly worned down but still in good shape, and inside the radio tower was a stool with no more then Alastor sitting ontop of it while speaking into the mic about a brand new radio show coming soon to the whole of hell, and guess who else was in the room with him? Lucifer!, Lucifer was sitting sideways on Alastors lap surprising of the fact Alastor hates physically touch.

    Lucifer was still in his pyjamas, Lucifers arms wrapped around Alastors neck comfly, as you were still half asleep, Alastor had no plan on telling Vaggie or Charlie or any of the others in hazbin hotel, because why would he need to tell them that the king of hell was on top of him aka Charlie's father, Alastor's arms was around your waist and his other hand was patting your head lightly.