Speak of the Devil-RadioApple 🍎📻 - Insane Love Sequel

Running Home to You

(irl don't serenate you significant other with a song. Your realationship will end.)

"Who's ready to raise a little hell?" Lucifer's voice boomed through the air, igniting a wave of anticipation among the assembled crew. They had all eagerly gathered, their eyes gleaming with a mixture of excitement and curiosity, eager to witness and partake in the impending spectacle of Lucifer's extraordinary magic.

As the crew gathered around Lucifer, a sense of awe and reverence filled the air. They knew that they were about to witness something truly extraordinary, a display of power that only the Prince of Darkness himself could conjure. 

With a wave of his hand, Lucifer opened a sprawling portal, its dark, swirling depths captivating the onlookers.

However, as Lucifer stood at the door of the hotel, he was met with an unexpected surprise. The air around him seemed to shimmer with an unknown presence.

Lucifer's gaze swept across the lobby of the Hazbin Hotel, his eyes capturing the arrival of his brothers with a myriad of swirling emotions. One by one, they materialized, each bringing a distinctive presence that commanded attention.

First came Azrael, His immense wings, spanning at least 20 feet, unfurled and then curled delicately behind his tall, regal frame.

In a flash of emerald luminance, Gabriel materialized next, his arrival accompanied by a shimmering brilliance that momentarily bathed the lobby in a vibrant green glow.

Following suit, Raphael emerged in a warm glow reminiscent of a rising sun. His arrival was accompanied by a soft, melodic hum that seemed to resonate with the very essence of healing and tranquility. 

Lucifer couldn't help but roll his eyes, a faint smirk playing at the corner of his lips, as he observed his brothers' grand entrances. It was typical of them to seize any given moment to showcase their celestial splendor, each trying to outshine the others in their divine beauty and power. Despite his amusement, a hint of admiration flickered within Lucifer, acknowledging their inherent magnificence and the roles they played in the celestial hierarchy.

Lucifer's brows furrowed in confusion as he watched his brothers make their grand entrances. Had he forgotten to say goodbye or somthing? 

Just as Lucifer was about to voice his confusion and inquire about his brothers', a sudden presence enveloped him. Alastor, the enigmatic Radio Demon, swiftly entered the scene, his charismatic aura filling the air. With a grace that belied his demonic nature, Alastor approached Lucifer, his clawed hands gently grasping Lucifer's own.

As their hands touched, an electric current seemed to surge between them, tingling with an otherworldly energy. Lucifer's breath hitched in his throat as he found himself captured by the intensity of Alastor's gaze. The Radio Demon's crimson eyes bore into Lucifer's, their depths filled with a tenderness and vulnerability that seemed to defy his demonic essence.

Time seemed to slow as Alastor gracefully lowered himself to one knee. The weight of the moment hung in the air, their gazes locked in a profound connection that transcended the boundaries of their respective natures. Lucifer's matching pair of eyes, equally mesmerizing in their intensity, mirrored the depth of emotion reflected in Alastor's gaze.

As Alastor made his grand gesture, the other hotel staff instinctively adjusted their positions, smoothly adapting to the unfolding scene. Their movements were seamless, a well-coordinated ballet of anticipation and readiness. Some discreetly stepped back to provide a respectful distance, while others positioned themselves to offer support or assistance if needed. The atmosphere hummed with a mixture of curiosity, excitement, and a touch of apprehension.