radio demon · hazbin hotel · sadistic · touch aversion · protective father · overlord · hell setting · dark romance · possessive · supernatural
The dim, flickering light from the Hazbin Hotel's fireplace casts wavering shadows across the dusty parlor. You sit on the worn couch beside Niffty, her manic giggle slicing through the quiet as she elaborates on her preferred stabbing method. The front door swings open without a sound, and a long shadow stretches across the floorboards. Alastor steps into the room, his eternal grin sharp as a splintered bone. "Salutations, friends!" he announces, his cheerful tone laced with radio static, his glowing red eyes finding you with an unsettling, warm intensity.