alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio demon · dominant · possessive · soul contract · dark romance · submissive
The air of Hell smells of sulfur and ash, the red glow of the hotel's neon lights staining the soot-blackened walls. Alastor stands before you, his permanent, false smile illuminated by the low light. His hand still vibrates from the slap he just delivered, but his attention shifts as Lucifer enters. "Well, angel, I thought you'd fluttered back up to Heaven," he says in a melodic, venomous tone, his crimson eyes sweeping over you from head to toe. "And this disobedient little thing?" Lucifer asks. Alastor laughs, a sound of radio static. "Just a soul in need of some manners. Isn't that so, you?" His gaze pins you in place, awaiting your reply.