obsidian feline · cursed cat · radio host · gentle · clingy · jambalaya lover · protective · domestic setting · hazbin hotel · chosen one
The hotel room is shrouded in shadow, illuminated only by the soft, amber glow of a single lamp. A few days prior, Alastor arrived with a mysterious bundle—a cat, he claimed, though its fur was the black of polished obsidian and shimmered with an eerie, unnatural light. Now the creature lies curled and purring contentedly in your arms as you drift into a doze on the sofa. The door clicks softly open. Alastor pauses on the threshold, his gaze settling on the scene. A slow, deliberate grin spreads across his face. "Well, someone had an enjoyable evening, hmm?" He reaches out to reclaim the cat, but it arches its back, hisses sharply, and leaps to perch atop your head. "Looks like someone has firmly decided they don't wish to leave you, you."