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At the Hazbin Hotel
It should have been just another peaceful day in Hell.
Right now, the residents of the hotel had gathered in the lobby, waiting for the King of Hell’s special duck-shaped pancakes. While they waited, Charlie and Vaggie were deep in discussion about sinner rehabilitation. Angel Dust and Husk were chatting over at the bar, while Niffty was busy chasing after bugs.Cut to the kitchen where, at this very moment, a certain Radio Demon and the King of Hell were in the middle of a heated argument.
“Alright, this is the last time I’m warning you! Stop pouring your ridiculously bitter black coffee into my cocoa!!!” the short king shouted, having caught the Radio Demon red-handed pouring what could only be described as medication-level bitter coffee into his cup of hot chocolate.
“Oh, come now,” Alastor replied smoothly. “I was merely being considerate. You’ve been indulging in sweets far too much I feared you might grow tired of them, so I thought I’d add a different flavor.”Before he could finish, a wooden spatula flew straight from Lucifer’s hand and embedded itself into the wall, grazing past Alastor’s hair. And yet, the demon only kept smiling fully aware that the King wouldn’t dare actually harm him.After all, he wouldn’t want to risk his beloved daughter hating him.
“Ahahaha! What a delightfully lively morning this is. Seeing Your Majesty make such a sour face truly brightens my day,” Alastor said, strolling over to pull the spatula from the wall and handing it back to the shorter man.
“If you’re not helping, then get out!!!” Lucifer snapped, snatching the spatula before turning back to his duck-shaped pancakes.The deer demon grinned wider, stepping quietly behind Lucifer before leaning in close to whisper by his ear
“I can help,” Alastor murmured, his voice low and teasing, “but there’s a condition. Tonight, you’ll be wearing nothing but an apron.”The one flipping pancakes froze instantly, his face flushing red before he elbowed the taller man behind him only for Alastor to slip away with ease.
“Get lost. Is this really the time for that?!” Lucifer snapped, his voice sharp with irritation, though his face remained thoroughly flushed.
“Oh? So you will wear it, then?” the taller man pressed, watching the smaller one closely.Lucifer glared up at him, face burning, words stumbling over themselves before he finally cut it off by shouting—
“Get the hell out and wait outside, you damn deer!!!”At the short king’s outburst, the Radio Demon obliged without protest, stepping out of the kitchen with a wide, satisfied grin. Even though the two of them were technically seeing each other, there was simply nothing more entertaining than getting under Lucifer’s skin.
It never got old.Once the tall, slender demon stepped out, he made a beeline for the hotel bar to bother the resident bartender, before wandering off to inspect the sinner rehabilitation plans his dear partner was working on.After all, the hotel would soon be reopening. News of Sir Pentious successfully redeeming himself and ascending to Heaven had spread, drawing in sinners eager for a second chance.How delightful it would be to witness the efforts of these wretched souls.
He truly couldn’t wait.While he was in the middle of listening to Charlie’s brilliant ideas, the short king’s voice suddenly rang out, easily catching everyone’s attention.
“The special duck-shaped pancakes are ready! Come and eat!”At that, everyone began filing into the kitchen. The sweet aroma of the King of Hell’s signature pancakes greeted them warmly as Lucifer set down bowls of fruit and bottles of syrup on the table.
“They smell amazing, Dad,” Charlie said, taking a seat along with the others.
“Yay! Pancakes, pancakes!” Niffty chirped, clearly more excited than anyone else as she scrambled up onto a chair with Angel Dust’s help.
“I’ve gotta agree, sweetheart,” Cherri Bomb added as she took a seat. “So, Your Majesty, what exactly did you put in these pancakes?”She had checked into the hotel hoping to redeem herself—so she could make it to Heaven and kick the ass of that damn snake who stole a kiss and then died and ascended before she could even react.
“Oh, it’s a special recipe I came up with just for my little Char-Char,” Lucifer said proudly.As he spoke, he walked over to the fridge, pulled out a plate of fresh venison, and set it down in front of the Radio Demon before grabbing his own pancakes. A satisfied smile tugged at his lips. For all the constant bickering and insults, he knew very well that Alastor didn’t like sweets and had prepared something else just for him.What an annoyingly thoughtful little king.
“But if you really want to know, the most important ingredient is—”Before Lucifer could finish, a sudden swirl of red smoke engulfed him.When it began to clear, he was still standing in the same spot but something was… off.Was he taller?
Before anyone could even process that, something far more shocking hit them Lucifer was now dressed in nothing but a bathrobe.The plate of pancakes he’d been holding had somehow turned into a cup of coffee. His expression still carried that familiar sharp smile, though his brows furrowed slightly in confusion.Before anyone could ask a single question, the bathrobe-clad Lucifer spoke first.
“Charlotte Magne, my dear what is it that you needed from your father?”His voice was calmer, more languid than usual as he took a casual sip of coffee, lifting his chin slightly while his gaze swept across the room.
“What the hell is this?!!!” everyone shouted at once except for Alastor, whose voice cut through with a faint overlay of radio static.
Lucifer, clad in a white bathrobe, remained standing there, staring at the scene before him. He didn’t quite understand what was going on and frankly, he didn’t seem all that interested in figuring it out either.When he noticed everyone staring at him, irritation flickered across his face, and he spoke up.
“You called your father over and now you’re not even telling me what you want? How am I supposed to know, hm? And who are all these people bellhops?” he joked lightly, lifting his coffee to take another sip.Charlie was the first to regain her composure.
“Dad… are you okay?” she asked, watching him carefully.Lucifer raised a brow at her, then casually took another sip of his drink.
“I’m fine. Didn’t you just call me about this hotel, what… a month? Two months ago?”He glanced around the place, taking it in.“Hm. Not bad.”
“Oh? So you’ve finally noticed I renovated it?” he added with a smirk. “Looks pretty decent.”With that, the bathrobe clad king casually stepped out of the kitchen, beginning to stroll through the hotel as if he owned the place which, technically, he did.When he made a move to head upstairs, the most composed person in the room Alastor quickly reacted. Shadows stretched out from beneath him, blocking Lucifer’s path.Lucifer paused, turning to look at him, one brow lifting slightly before he spoke in an even tone
“Is there a problem, little doe~?”That single line was enough to make even Alastor freeze.Before he could respond, the second most composed person hurried out of the kitchen and rushed straight toward the man in the bathrobe.
“Dad… um—when exactly did I call you?” Charlie asked, her voice wavering as unease crept into her expression.She could feel it.This man looked like her Dad but something was… wrong.
“I’d say about two months ago, give or take,” he replied dismissively.Then he paused, noticing something off.Had his daughter gotten taller?And since when were her eyes yellow? His gaze slowly swept the room again before landing on the Radio Demon who looked unusually stunned.
…Had Alastor gotten taller too?
Seeing his expression begin to shift his smile still there, but his brows tightening Charlie made a decision.
“What’s your name?”At that, the bathrobe-clad man turned to her, tilting his head slightly in confusion, though the smile never left his face.
“I am Lucifer Magne, King of Hell, embodiment of Pride.” His tone turned more serious. “And who might you be?”The casual air around him faded, replaced by something heavier an oppressive aura befitting a ruler of Hell.
“I’m Charlotte Morningstar, Princess of Hell… daughter of Lucifer Morningstar.”
Silence.
Then...Lucifer Magne burst into loud laughter.
“Hahahaha! You’re serious? Morningstar?” he scoffed. “Magne sounds far better.”He kept laughing, and as he did, the suffocating pressure in the air began to ease just slightly.
“Whatever. Since I’m already here anyway…” Lucifer Magne snapped his fingers, his bathrobe instantly shifting into a pristine white suit, topped with a white hat adorned with a red apple and a purple worm. That same sly smile lingered on his lips. The coffee in his hand vanished, replaced by a cane with an apple-shaped handle.
“Well then,” he continued casually, “I suppose my gracious father decided to amuse himself with something new.” His tone remained light, but there was something sharper beneath it. “Not that it matters. What I do want to know is what exactly is going on here?”
He knew.The so called father who had created him from starlight the same one who had cast him down into Hell was still watching. Always watching. Treating his life like some twisted form of entertainment, as if he were nothing more than a villain in a story crafted for his amusement.
“Your… father?” Charlie began, but before she could finish Lucifer Magne raised a finger and pressed it lightly against her lips.
“It. Doesn’t. Matter.” His voice was flat, stripped of all humor, each word slow and deliberate. “No need to ask. Understood?”
“…O-okay…” Charlie swallowed, forcing her voice back to something steady. “Then—maybe we could start with a tour of the hotel?”
“Excellent!” His tone flipped instantly, bright with interest. “By all means, lead the way.”Just as Charlie was about to guide him out, a tall figure emerged from the shadows beside her.
Alastor.He stepped up at her side, resting a hand lightly on her shoulder.
“My dear, let’s not forget this hotel belongs to us,” he said smoothly. “I would be delighted to accompany you. After all, I’d be more than happy to give King Magne a proper tour… once again.”
Charlie glanced at him, offering a small, grateful smile.Alastor could tell.She was uneasy deeply so about being near this man.Because no matter how similar he looked to Lucifer his face, his voice, even that gaudy sense of fashion
The sly smile.The cold, detached way he spoke.It was enough for Alastor to know, without a doubtThis was not his short, insufferable king.
King Magne raised a brow at Alastor, clearly displeased by the way he was touching Charlie. Normally, his little deer wouldn’t lay a hand on anyone without his permission.
“Charlie, I’m coming with you.”Vaggie’s voice cut in, drawing all three of their attention. The gray-skinned woman with white hair stepped forward, taking Charlie’s hand and giving it a reassuring squeeze.But that wasn’t what caught King Magne’s interest.It was the spear she carried.
“Oh? How intriguing,” he mused. “Did you hire an angelic exterminator as hotel staff, my dear?”His words made Vaggie freeze on the spot.
“Uh… Dad—no, I mean, King Magne” Charlie started, stumbling over her words as she felt Vaggie squeeze her hand again, offering silent support.
“Call me Father,” Magne interrupted smoothly. “After all, you are my daughter.”He wasn’t lying.He loved his one and only daughter whether it was his rainbow-chasing little Charlie, or the young woman standing before him now. Differences or not, he still saw her as his child.
“Um… Father,” Charlie corrected herself, “this is my girlfriend Vaggie.”She said it just like she had before, when she told her real father. She half-expected the same startled reaction But instead, his eyes widened only slightly before returning to normal, that sly, unsettling smile creeping back onto his face.
“So, you prefer women now?” he said casually. “How delightful. Far better than that boy, at least.”Both women let out a quiet breath of relief.
“Shall we start the tour, then?” Charlie asked.“Lead the way, little princess.”Charlie and Alastor both gestured politely, allowing the King of Hell to walk ahead. Magne gave a small nod before stepping forward, with Alastor, Charlie, and Vaggie falling into step beside him as they headed deeper into the hotel.
Once the four of them disappeared from view, the remaining residents—who had been silently watching everything unfold finally spoke up.
“Oh, sweet Satan, I never thought the short king could look that hot when he gets serious,” Angel Dust said, already gathering up his plate.
“Tell me about it, girl. Shame I didn’t even get to find out what His Majesty’s special pancake recipe was,” Cherri Bomb added, finishing off her last bite.
“Ohhh, he’s a total bad boy~ Just look at that wicked smile!” Niffty chimed, cheerfully collecting everyone’s dishes to wash.
“Yeah… no. I don’t trust this version of the short king one bit,” Husk muttered, his expression grim as he grabbed a bottle of whiskey and took a long swig. “He’s craftier and a hell of a lot less likable.”
“Yeah… that bad boy king is seriously terrifying,” Angel Dust muttered, glancing in the direction Charlie and the others had gone.The remaining residents aside from Niffty couldn’t help but feel uneasy for them.
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Cut to Charlie’s side
“Over there are the rooms for sinners who’ll be joining the rehabilitation program,” Charlie explained, gesturing ahead. “And further on, the path splits—one way leads to my dad’s tower, and the other to Alastor’s broadcasting station.”She pointed toward the apple-shaped tower, while the other structure stood tall and strange in its own unsettling way.
“Father… would you like to rest in your room first?” she asked, glancing at King Magne, who was still taking in his surroundings.
“Hm, that sounds agreeable,” he replied. Then, after a brief pause, “Tell me… my other self resides here?”His gaze drifted toward Alastor’s radio tower, interest flickering in his eyes.
“Indeed, Your Majesty,” Alastor answered smoothly, his tone laced with mischief. “Your beloved daughter was quite concerned for your mental state after your wife so rudely abandoned you.”he moment the words left his mouth
Lucifer Magne stopped.Completely.
Charlie and Vaggie immediately turned toward him, concern written all over their faces. Charlie shot Alastor a sharp look, clearly warning him—she knew how painful that subject was for her real father.
And she assumed It would be the same for him.
“Lilith and I… broke up?”The question from King Magne made Charlie who had been about to step forward to comfort him freeze in place instead.
“W-wait—no, I mean… are you and Mom still together?” she asked, clearly caught off guard.“Of course we are, little princess,” Magne replied with a casual shrug. “Your mother’s just… rather busy.”With that, he turned and walked toward his room.
At first, he had been slightly surprised to learn that the version of himself in this world had divorced Lilith. He couldn’t deny that the love between him and Lilith had begun to fade—but even so, they had agreed to stay together. Not as lovers, perhaps, but as parents for Charlie.
His answer left both Charlie and Alastor rooted to the spot.A single thought crossed both their minds at the same time If Lilith had stayed with Lucifer… would he have become like this?
Before either of them could dwell on it any further, King Magne reached his door, pushed it open and immediately shouted.
“What the hell is this?!!! Are those rubber ducks?!”The room was…Absurd.Rubber ducks.Everywhere.On the tables. On the floor. Even stacked up against the walls forming a massive pyramid that looked like it would collapse at the slightest disturbance.The only duck free path was a narrow trail leading to the bed and the desk.
“Oh, Your Majesty, it seems we forgot to mention—our King of Hell has quite the fondness for rubber ducks. It’s his favorite pastime, you see.”Alastor bent down and picked one up from the floor.The duck squeaked once then spat out a burst of fire.It was the first time the Radio Demon had ever seen King Magne at a complete loss.His lips twitched. His eyes widened. His brows knit tightly together.
For a brief moment This expression looked strikingly similar to the Lucifer he knew.
“…What?” Magne stared at the fire-breathing duck, then slowly turned to Charlie, as if askingThis is real? I did this?
“Um… yes,” Charlie admitted, a little awkwardly. “It’s been his hobby since Mom… well…”She paused, then quickly smiled again, brighter this time.
“But it’s not embarrassing at all! It’s creative, and it makes him happy. We don’t judge people for what they like so you don’t have to worry.”She beamed, clearly remembering the times her father proudly showed off his duck creations.
“…Right. I see,” Magne muttered, glancing around the room again.How… pitiful.The version of himself in this world.No wonder Alastor didn’t show him the slightest bit of respect.And yet—When he looked back at Charlie
No.At this Charlie She looked… happy.There was light in her eyes. Hope.Talking to her felt different more composed, more grounded nothing like conversations with his own daughter.
And the way she looked at him There was love.Respect.Not like his daughter, who would often stiffen under his gaze, avoiding eye contact. Even when she looked at him with love, there was always something else mixed in Fear. He clicked his tongue softly.Even if this world’s Lucifer sounded pathetic from what he’d heard…As a father He might have done better.
A faint smile tugged at his lips.Soon after, Charlie and the others excused themselves, leaving him to rest.Once alone, Magne stepped further into the room.
With a flick of his hand, flames consumed a portion of the rubber ducks, clearing space and revealing something hidden behind them.A photograph.The Morningstar family.Lilith. Lucifer. Charlie.All smiling brightly, gathered together on what looked like a picnic.
Magne stared at it, his gaze dimming.
“…Hah. Lucky bastard.”With that, he turned away and collapsed onto the bed.
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Cut to Lucifer Morningstar’s side
“it’s a special kind of flo—”Lucifer’s voice cut off abruptly as he realized something was… off.The atmosphere around him had completely changed.Where the hell was he?
His eyes swept across the unfamiliar room before landing on the figure on the bed. The person stirred, then slowly sat up, stretching lazily before turning to look at him.
“My lord, what was that you were saying just now?”Alastor’s voice laced with that familiar radio static rang out, though something about it felt… different.But that wasn’t what froze Lucifer in place.It was the sight of him.Completely bare, marked with scattered bites and kisses across his body.
Lucifer stood there, utterly stunned, unable to move.“What the fuck is this?!!!”
“My lord, you made pancakes? They smell quite good.”Alastor, having snapped his fingers to change his outfit, glanced over at Lucifer.…Was he… smaller?
“………Yes,” Lucifer replied after a long pause.“Ah… would you like some pancakes?” the shorter man offered.Alastor blinked, clearly surprised.Lucifer never made breakfast himself. Usually, he either had Alastor do it or summoned a chef.
“Well, if you went through the trouble of making them for me, I’d be delighted, my lord.”Alastor stepped forward, stopping right in front of him before taking the plate of pancakes from Lucifer’s hands and heading toward the dining table.
“My lord, won’t you join me?” he called.Lucifer remained where he stood, momentarily stunned—he hadn’t expected Alastor to actually eat them.
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“Who are you?”