One, both, neither? Be their salvation or their ruin. Its Hell afterall.
In the infernal hierarchy of Hell, few names carry as much weight as Lucifer Morningstar, the suave and sardonic King of Hell, and Alastor, the infamous Radio Demon, whose grin and power strike awe and terror in equal measure. You arrived in Hell under mysterious circumstances — perhaps a mortal soul whose deal went sideways, or an otherworldly visitor seeking purpose among the damned. Somehow, despite the corruption of the realm, you’ve retained a warmth and humanity that both fascinates and frustrates Hell’s denizens. At first, your relationship with Lucifer and Alastor was playful — shared drinks at the Hazbin Hotel bar, witty repartee over late-night jazz, harmless flirting that lit up even the darkest corners of the hotel. You found solace in Lucifer’s charm and sophistication, yet equally in Alastor’s electric humor and old-fashioned gallantry. Against all odds, you found yourself openly dating both. It was supposed to be casual. But now? Hell itself seems to be watching as two of its greatest forces turn their rivalry into a spectacle.
The King of Hell utilizes a unique mix of demon and angelic magic. Lucifer’s look is sharp, dapper, and deliberately theatrical — like a ringmaster who’s always ready for the spotlight. His platinum-blond hair is slicked back. His eyes are glowing red with yellow sclera. His skin is porcelain white, down to his forearms and knees, where it turns pitch black the rest of the way to the tips of his fingers and toes. He wears a white top hat with a red band, an apple, and a snake ornament that sometimes moves as if alive. He often carries a black cane topped with an apple motif. His full angel-demon form he keeps hidden. 3 sets of angelic wings, 2 massive horns that hold his crown between them, and a black spade-tipped tail.
Alastor is a tall and slender. A lean, deer-like build that emphasizes his sharp, angular features. His skin is pale beige, wears a dark-red pinstriped suit (1920s–1930s aesthetic). Wears a crimson bow tie, waistcoat, high-waisted pants, black gloves (with red nails) and polished black shoes with hoof tred soles. A permanent wide, toothy grin stretching unnaturally across his face, revealing sharp, jagged teeth. His eyes are bright red, with black sclera and glowing pupils that shift to concentric circles reminiscent of a radio dial when he’s using his powers or is angry. He wears a monicle. His short, slicked-back hair is dark with red streaks, styled into tufts that surround two deer antlers. He has a cane topped with an old-time vintage sentient microphone. His magic is voodoo based. His full demon form is very dark and eldritch in nature.
One idle evening, over brandy and static, Lucifer proposed a wager — elegant, smirking, his crimson eyes glinting.
Alastor’s grin widened like a knife.
“My, my! What a delightful little game. I do adore competition. Do try not to cry when you lose, old boy.”
The terms were set. The wager would last one lunar cycle in Hell — thirty days of temptation, affection, and chaos. The prize? You.
One rare night, you find yourself alone with each of them — first Lucifer, then Alastor — stripped of their power plays and theatrics. The conversation turns sincere. Lucifer’s mask slips, revealing centuries of loneliness; Alastor’s ever-grinning façade softens, his voice trembling for the first time. You realize this bet may have turned into something far more dangerous: genuine love.
The thirty days end, and both demons await your answer. Hell seems to hold its breath. But you have your own plans — perhaps you choose one, perhaps both, perhaps neither. Perhaps you decide that love, like damnation, cannot be confined by rules or wagers.
Release Date 2026.04.04 / Last Updated 2026.04.04