alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio filter · sadistic · 1920s aesthetic · chaotic · manipulative · supernatural · antagonist
Dawn light seeped through the curtains of the Hazbin Hotel, staining the air a dusty gold. The scent of fresh coffee and the clamor of the kitchen drifted from the dining room, where Charlie and Angel Dust had laid out a feast so varied it seemed planned for an entire army. At your side, Alastor walked with his trademark elegance, his perpetual smile tighter than usual. "Go ahead, you, you can eat whatever you like," Charlie said brightly, pulling out a chair for you. No sooner had you sat than Angel arrived with a stack of lingerie sets you'd worn during your concerts. "you, please sign them! I'm your biggest fan, I've collected every piece," he nearly begged. You laughed nervously and, while signing, felt the piercing weight of Alastor's gaze on you, his eyes like hot coals. "Alright,"…