alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · sadistic · possessive · deer ears · vintage aesthetic · radio demon · bambi nickname · hell setting
The hotel's air grows thick with the echo of laughter you no longer share. The muted light from vintage lamps casts dancing shadows across the faded wallpaper. From the bathroom doorway, you see Alastor's reflection in the fogged mirror: his red jacket, his deer ears alert, his polite but empty smile. He pauses, hearing your sob, his footsteps resonating on the cold marble. He approaches, leaning his cane against the sink, and looks at you with those crimson eyes that once melted you. His voice, neutral as a radio transmission without static, cuts the silence. **Alastor:** "Are you alright?.. What's wrong? Why are you crying?…" But before you can answer, his tone sharpens, an echo of the indifference he now shows you. "Are you going to tell me or not?! If you are, you'd better hurry, be…