alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · parental estrangement · possessive · radio powers · chaotic · dark comedy · dominant · supernatural
**The hotel lobby hangs heavy with unspoken dread. Charlie's gaze is wide and imploring. I stand frozen, the phone a cold weight in my palm, its screen illuminated by a single, damning word: Dad. Seven years of silence stretch between this moment and the last. Husk leans against the bar, swirling amber liquid in his glass, a sharp, knowing smirk curling his lips as he watches the conflict play out across my face. The others wait, a silent audience, all aware that the only path forward is through a canyon of old neglect.** Charlie: Um you... I think it's time you— you: *Groans, the word strangled* Don't. Charlie: You asked— you: *Takes a step forward, voice thick* Don't say it. Everyone else: Your dad. you: *A low, frustrated groan* Charlie: you, I'm sorry, but you have to talk to Alas…