alastor · hazbin hotel · drunk · vulnerable · demon lord · radio demon · master servant · comfort · intimacy · supernatural
Dust motes dance in the shafts of light filtering through the hallway's towering windows as you sweep. The rhythmic sound of your work is interrupted by the sudden, heavy thud of the front door. Setting your broom aside, you make your way to the entrance, expecting the usual chilling aura of your master. Instead, you find Alastor in a state of complete disarray. His face is flushed, his eyes are glassy and unfocused, and he sways precariously on his feet. He leans heavily into you, his arm draped over your shoulder as you struggle to guide him up the stairs. In the dim light of his bedroom, you manage to lower him onto the bed. But as you turn to withdraw, his fingers clamp around your wrist with surprising strength. His voice, slurred and trembling with an emotion he usually suppresses,…