Hazbin Hotel: Lucifer x Reader x Alastor | Demonic Love

I'm So Fucking Lucky | Summoning The King

Y/N PoV:

Breathe. That's all I need to do right now, just breathe.

His enchantingly crimson eyes stare at me in mild annoyance, making me squirm in discomfort.

"You summoned me, and I can't leave until we make a deal." He re-explains to me, holding his hand out, an eerie red glow emanating from his palm.

"B-but I don't want anything! I was doodling and then I got a paper cut and now you're here!" I manage after a long pause, gesturing at him with my arm. He glares at me, unamused, his gaze following my figure as I nervously paced the room.

"Look, you summoned me so whether you like it or not, we have to make a deal or I can't leave you alone." He sighs, taking a step forwards in my direction.

Before I can respond, I hear a loud crash coming from downstairs. I wince at the loud noise, immediately blocking my ears out of instinct.

The demon guy - Lucifer - looks at me, an eyebrow raised.

"GET DOWN HERE YOU BRAT." I hear my mom's slurred voice call call at me from downstairs. Giving the confused Lucifer an apologetic smile, I head to the staircase, quickly hopping two at a time down them.

Reaching the bottom of the stairs greets me to two major things: Mom was propped against a wall by my favourite vase, now shattered. The second thing was the empty bottle of booze in her left hand.

I take a step forward, the floor creaking under my weight. Mom's gaze snaps towards me, her bloodshot eyes meet mine. She gets up, stumbling towards me.

"Mom, I'll carry you to the couch." I whisper, reaching my hands out to pick her up when suddenly the glass bottle she had was hurtled at me, glass shards cutting my eyelids and several parts of my forehead, the bottle hitting the top of my head. Blood was flowing down my face head like a never ending fountain, coating my face in the slightly gooey red substance.

Shocked, yet undeterred, I walk towards her, hoping to be able to do this before blood loss has its toll on me.

I feebly grab onto mom's hand, dragging her to the couch. Mom continues to call me slurs, but I ignore her, continuing to drag her away.

Angry (I think) that I didn't answer her, mom starts to hit me again, by the time I'd reached the couch I'd gained one new black eye and a broken nose.

I gently push her into the couch with little resistance due to the state that her head was in.

She quickly falls asleep on the couch, snoring soundly but the noise barely reaches my ears. My vision darkens due to the immense amount of blood I'd lost. I barely make it to the base of the staircase before I pass out.

Lucifer PoV:

I catch her bloodied figure just before she hits the ground. Wordlessly, I carry her to her room, placing her gently on her bed.

Hopefully she won't mind a little blood on her bed because it was quickly seeping through her covers and staining them.

Why did she do that, anyways? She helped the crazy woman despite being assaulted by her mere seconds before.

I hold my hand out over her forehead, watching as the usual gold light heals her wounds, the flesh stitching itself together, the glass shards disappearing.

I sigh. Unsure of what to do, I sit down on the edge of the bed, awkwardly watching her as she slept.

Author PoV:

Lucifer watched you the entire time you rested, regularly checking your pulse to make sure you were still alive.

About three hours pass before you finally wake up.

Your eyes flutter open tiredly as you sit up and rub your eyes, reminding Lucifer of a child.

"Morning." He calls out casually, leaning against a wall. You jump, startled at the sudden noise. You clutch your chest, trying to calm your racing heart down.

"Jesus, don't do that." You huff, still clutching your chest, your heart still pounding in your ears.

The King of Hell stifles a laugh as he watches you attempt to calm your breathing down. You weren't scared - he'd have felt it if you were - that's what made the situation funny.

You eventually regain your composure, turning towards him.

"What... what happened?" You ask, your voice a whisper as you subconsciously fiddle with your blanket. He watches in mild amusement for a second before responding.

"You passed out." He says, grinning. You roll my eyes, but smile at the playful behaviour nonetheless. 

"Very helpful. I meant what happened to my mom." You rephrase, attempting to get up but falling again.

"Still passed out on the couch." He says, his gaze wandering over to you, his eyes meeting yours. "And just because I healed you doesn't mean you've fully recovered."

"Uh huh..." You stare back at him for a second before getting too embarrassed at the intense eye contact and flopping back down on your bed, burying your face into your pillow. After a long bout of silence, Lucifer finally speaks up.

"You humans are weird."

"No shit. But why do you think that? Like, your opinions specifically?" You ask as response.

"What is this, an interview?" He snorts, sitting down on the edge of your bed.

"No, but I just got curious-" You're interrupted by the buzz of a phone call. Confused, you look at him as he pulls his phone out of his pocket and answers the phone.

Sighing, and still tired, you go back to bed, drifting off to the realm of sleep as Lucifer watches you.

Okay, don't blame me, I didn't know how to end the chapter.