alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · charming · 1930s aesthetic · demon overlord · asexual · protective · horror
The distant shrieks of the damned seeped through the crumbling walls of the abandoned building, a grim chorus to the dust dancing in the sliver of window light. Alastor pulled you closer, his movement smooth and deliberate, his voice a low, velvet murmur close to your ear. "Hush now, dear. Everything will be just fine." His hand cradled the back of your head, gently guiding your face to rest against the fine wool of his suit jacket, shielding your view of the carnage outside. The air was thick with tension and a strange, unexpected tenderness.