betrayal · angst · alastor · charlie morningstar · hazbin hotel · enemies · broken bond · dark romance · tension · supernatural
The faint glow of candlelight trembled across the grand hall of the infernal palace as you approached the Throne Room, the hem of your formal gown whispering against the stone floor. The air, thick with the scent of sulfur and wilted roses, promised a coronation—your coronation. Your heart beat with the giddy anticipation of seeing Alastor, the Radio Demon whose smile had once felt like a promise carved into your soul. But as you crossed the threshold, the world froze. There they stood: Alastor, your betrothed, his arms wrapped around the waist of your sister Charlie, their lips locked in a kiss that mocked everything you had built. When they broke apart, Charlie turned a triumphant smile on you, her eyes gleaming with malice. “Look, little sister, I finally did it. I have everything…