Lost Soul (Alastor X Reader )

"A Brother's Solitude"

In the heart of his grand mansion, Lucifer sat alone in his lavish bedroom, dressed in a pristine white suit. The dark, gothic décor contrasted starkly with his attire, the room adorned with crystal chandeliers, black marble floors, and heavy velvet curtains. The usual red glow of Hell’s sky crept through the window, casting the space in an eerie light, but Lucifer hardly noticed any of it.

Instead, his attention was focused on his rubber duck collection—small, brightly colored toys meticulously arranged on a polished black desk. He leaned back in his chair, absently spinning one of his favorite ducks, a small golden one with tiny devil horns. As he stared at it, his thoughts wandered back to the one thing that had weighed on him for centuries: his missing sister.

“She’s still out there somewhere,” he muttered to the duck, as though it could understand. “After all these years… and I’m still searching. You’d think she’d at least send a sign.”

Setting the duck back down, Lucifer sighed deeply, resting his head against the back of his chair. His thoughts drifted further, returning to the last time he had seen her—back before everything changed, back in Heaven.

The memory was as vivid as ever, always playing out the same way in his mind.

He remembered standing at the edge of Heaven, feeling the weight of his rebellion and the anger that burned within him. The other angels had turned their backs on him, their judgment cast. His sister had been there, standing beside him, tears streaming down her face as she pleaded with him not to go.

“Don’t leave, please!” her voice had been so desperate, her small hands gripping his arm, her eyes wide with fear.

But there had been no turning back for Lucifer. Heaven had rejected him, and the righteous fire inside him demanded that he strike out on his own. He had tried to reassure her, telling her that everything would be fine, that he had to go. But her tears never stopped.

He could still see her face, still hear her sobs as the light of Heaven grew dim around him. In the end, she had been pulled away from him by the other angels, separated from him by the very forces he had once called his own. The last image he had of her was that of her tear-streaked face, her hand reaching out toward him as he fell from grace.

For centuries, he believed she had remained in Heaven, perhaps living a peaceful life, blissfully unaware of his descent into chaos. But then, whispers had reached him—rumors that his sister had disappeared, lost to the very place that had once embraced her. It was a cruel twist of fate, one that left him haunted by guilt and longing.

“She cried,” Lucifer whispered, his voice low. “She cried when Heaven turned its back on me.”

Just as he was lost in these painful memories, a sudden ringing sound cut through the room. He blinked, snapping out of his reverie, and reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. The screen flashed, showing Charlie’s name.

Pressing the answer button, Lucifer raised the phone to his ear. “Yes, my dear daughter?”

“Dad!” Charlie’s cheerful voice broke through the line, filled with her usual energy. “I’ve got some news!”

Lucifer’s lips curved into a small smile as he leaned back in his chair again. “News, you say? And what could possibly be so important that it requires interrupting your father during... an important task?”

Charlie’s voice held a teasing tone. “Important task, huh? Like rearranging your duck collection?”

Lucifer chuckled. “You know me too well. But yes, as a matter of fact, I was rearranging them. You know how essential it is to maintain order among them. But go on, what’s this news?”

Charlie’s excitement practically buzzed through the phone. “There’s a new guest at the hotel—a girl. And… she feels familiar. Like, really familiar.”

Lucifer’s smile faded slightly as his curiosity piqued. “Familiar, you say? In what way?”

“I don’t know exactly,” Charlie admitted, “but there’s just something about her. I think… I think you should meet her.”

Lucifer sat up straighter, his heart beginning to race at the unexpected words. His mind immediately flashed back to the memory of his sister, her tearful face, her cries as they were torn apart.

“And this girl’s name?” he asked, his voice quieter now.

“Her name is Y/n,” Charlie said.

Lucifer’s heart skipped a beat. Y/n. The name hit him like a thunderbolt, a name he hadn’t heard in eons, since before the fall. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to steady his thoughts. Could it really be her?

“Y/n,” he repeated softly, his voice barely more than a whisper. After all these years… could she have found her way here? He had long believed she was safe in Heaven, but the news of her disappearance had shaken him to the core.

“Yes,” Charlie continued, “she doesn’t remember much about her past, but I have a strong feeling there’s more to her than she knows. You might want to come see for yourself.”

Lucifer’s mind raced with the possibilities. Could his long-lost sister really be at Hazbin Hotel, under his daughter’s care, without even knowing who she truly was? He had searched for so long, never knowing if he’d find her again. And now…

“Perhaps I will,” Lucifer replied, his voice betraying the hope he tried to keep in check. “Keep an eye on her, honey. I have a feeling this Y/n may be more important than we realize.”

Charlie’s laughter rang through the line. “You’re always so mysterious, Dad. But okay, I’ll keep an eye on her.”

After a few more words, the call ended, leaving Lucifer in the heavy silence of his room once more. He set the phone down and stood, running a hand through his hair as he stared out at the ever-red sky of Hell.

“If it really is you, Y/n,” he muttered to himself, his voice tinged with both hope and doubt, “then perhaps it’s time for us to finally be reunited.”

For a moment, Lucifer stood still, reflecting on that final memory of Heaven, of his sister’s tears and the pain of their separation. But now, for the first time in centuries, there was a glimmer of hope. If Y/n was truly at Hazbin Hotel, then the family he had lost might be closer than he ever thought possible.

With a final glance at his perfectly arranged ducks, Lucifer turned and left the room, a rare smile playing on his lips.