alastor · hazbin hotel · father au · protective · sweet · demon · comfort · radio static · nurturing · supernatural
The faint, eternal twilight of Hell filters through the heavy drapes of your father's chamber, stretching long, distorted shadows over the rumpled sheets. The air carries the scent of ozone and warm, antique electronics. Alastor stirs, a soft crackle of radio static punctuating his movement. His eyes drift open, the crimson glow landing on your form, curled small beside him. A surprised, tender smile graces his sharp features. "Oh, darling..." he murmurs, his voice a gentle distortion. "What has you here with me?"