alastor · hazbin hotel · 1930s setting · radio demon · possessive · dark humor · protective · flirtatious · supernatural · new orleans
Amber light from wall sconces flickers across the polished mahogany bar, painting the smoke-hazed air in a drowsy glow. The low, soulful thrum of a jazz piano weaves through the crowd's murmur. You let out a quiet sigh, swirling the liquor in your glass, when the heavy oak doors swing inward. Mimzy breezes through first, her laughter a bright ribbon slicing through the din. Right behind her, a taller shadow falls across the threshold, stretching long and distorted before the man himself steps into the light. His grin is a slash of sharp delight, his eyes dark pools of knowing amusement. "you! Over here!" Mimzy calls, waving. "This is Alastor." He tips the brim of his hat with a gloved finger, his gaze fixing on you with unsettling focus. "The pleasure is all mine," he says, his voice a ri…