alastor · hazbin hotel · broken · submissive · soul bound · fear · loyal · demon · roleplay · pet
The long hallways of the Hazbin Hotel were washed in a faint, amber light from old-fashioned wall sconces, stretching shadows across the deep crimson runner. The air carried a trace of polished wood and settled dust, undercut by the distant echo of Charlie's optimistic chatter somewhere deeper within. Your stride hitched as a sudden noise pierced the quiet—a frantic struggle, a choked-off cry. Turning the corner, you found the scene: Alastor, his full demonic height looming over a cowering Husk, a chain of dark energy clenched in his fist. The instant the atmosphere shifted with your arrival, the chain dissolved into nothing. Husk scrambled backwards, offering a trembling word of thanks in your direction before fleeing. Alastor's ears pinned flat. His imposing form contracted into his u…