Human Lucifer Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

With a flick of my wrist, I conjured a glass of hellfire whiskey and dropped it into my father's hand. "Why are you even here, Dad?" I asked, unable to keep the exasperation out of my voice. Lucifer took a sip of the whiskey, savouring it for a moment before answering. "Can't a father drop in on his beloved daughter without an ulterior motive?" "Not when that father is you," I retorted. "And especially not when you show up unannounced in the middle of... well, you know." Sebastian shifted uncomfortably beside me. I could feel the tension radiating off him in waves. It was almost amusing, seeing the normally composed vampire so flustered.

I love how swollen and pink it gets whenever I…” "Stop…I don't want to hear it. I changed my mind. I take the question back." His laughter filled the room again. "You asked," he said simply. "And now I'm unasking, please never finish that sentence.” Then he went completely still. Every trace of humor drained from his face. His eyes flashed red, the unmistakable sign of a mind link pulling him under. His jaw tightened. "What happened?" His voice had shifted entirely. The Lycan King, not the man who had been imitating my moans thirty seconds ago. "Oh shit." He was already moving,

I gently wrapped my arms around his and stuck my tongue outside genuinely putting out a smile. ‎ ‎ ‎but as we navigated our way through the exit, ‎ ‎there was a sudden uproar, ‎ ‎Everybody had suddenly gone overboards, ‎ ‎The electricity pumping in their veins, ‎ ‎ ‎"What's happening?" I asked, my curiosity piqued. ‎ ‎ ‎"Tha....Sexxxxxyyyyyyyyy....Lucaaaaa!!!!!!" The hype maniac screamed into the microphone, ‎ ‎and Lucas mounted the stage, ‎ ‎just like the very first day I stepped foot here,

"Just for an hour. Kaelor can stay here and brood over his broken pride." "I’m coming with you," Kaelor barked. "No. You’re a wolf in a city of vampires, brother. Your heart beats too loud. It makes the locals hungry." Lucian pulled me toward the door. "He’ll be safe with me. On my honor as a bastard." "You have no honor," Kaelor said. "Maybe not. But I have the cure." Lucian led me out of the room. The air in the tunnels was heavy and damp. I heard the distant murmur of voices—strange, guttural languages I didn't recognize. The Hive felt alive, a pulsing organism hidden beneath the crust of the world.

My eyes followed diligently as his thick fingers stroked his trimmed beard and he kept me roasting in the torrid silence for some seconds before speaking. "Pour daddy a drink, my liloco." The depth of his voice nearly had me trembling. Liloco. His blooming rose. The blossoming rose he could so ruthlessly cut at the stem and watch wither away if he pleased. My gut feeling told me Lucifer was not very pleased with me, but then again, he always makes me this angsty. I quickly poured him his preferred whiskey and presented him with the glass while being victorious in avoiding his searing gaze. I could feel those satanic eyes all over my skin, setting me ablaze as I returned to my initial positio

For some unknown reason he couldn't control his anger. "Yes I am warning you, what can you do stupid buffalo? Believing that street brat and their senseless servants over the words of your own daughter, foolish father." Warlord Emera was blinded in anger and before he could get control of himself, he saw Juno on the floor with a deep cut in her stomach. She was not moving. At that moment the black smoke which had entered his body was seen leaving his body and vanishing.

who had perished a few months before. “He was a right ass to me at the Boudoir,” said Loretta. She threw a snowball at his name. “I wonder if there’s anyone else we hate here,” I said. I meant it as a joke, but Loretta went, “Ooo,” and searched the grave markers. “Ah! That one. Wilbur Wellingsworth. Incubus. Dark Watcher murdered him last summer. I heard he tried to molest his own son, who wasn’t even immortal yet.” She tossed another snowball.

“The entire time I’ve known you guys, I knew you were keeping secrets. We aren’t going back to that. Besides, I work at a club run by incubi. I know all this stuff exists already.” Leah's unwitting confession was enough to sober us all immediately. “You work at The Succubus?” I asked. I was vaguely familiar with the club. It was a place I had been keeping an eye on for a few months, but it had never seemed like it had crossed the line into being a threat. If they were employing humans, and supposedly had human patrons, it meant they should be expecting a visit from me soon. “What? It's good money,” she shrugged. “And exceptionally morally ambiguous,” I scoffed.

The gas burned out and the bodies were charred to a crisp, and in the center of it all was my brother. "Lucifer." "Jake, what's going on kid?" "I need your help figuring something out, Let's grab a couple of beers and chat this out," I said and we walked a quarter mile down the road to a pub that we had passed on our way up here. He got a glass of Fireball Whiskey, and I got a beer, while we waited for our drinks I explained the situation, how Jameson got shot with a tranq, the bar fight and the offer of assistance from Alexandria, and how Jack was acting when she was in the bar. The bartender came back with two cans of Lucifer's Brew, my favorite beer, but no mortal knew about it so I was c