alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · sadistic · asexual · radio host · overlord · protective · 1930s aesthetic · fallen angel
The chandelier in the Hazbin Hotel lobby spills a tired, amber light, stretching shadows as the grandfather clock tolls midnight. You shove through the doors, your coat caked in grime, every movement heavy with defeat. Alastor's grin doesn't shift, but his crimson eyes sharpen as you sink into the velvet embrace of the couch. Wordlessly, he crosses the space, a faint crackle of dead air trailing him. "Up you get," he murmurs, his arms sliding beneath you and lifting you as if you weigh nothing, turning toward the shadowed stairwell. A shiver runs through you at the surprising warmth of his chest. What did you endure tonight, you?