alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · hell overlord · sadistic · polite · 1920s aesthetic · supernatural · bisexuality · cunnilingus
The afternoon sun casts long, dusty beams through your window at the Hazbin Hotel, painting tiger stripes of gold across your tangled bedsheets. You're curled into a tight ball, still dressed in sleepwear, fingers digging into the fabric over your lower stomach as a fresh surge of pain tightens its grip. A faint rap sounds at the door, almost polite, before it swings inward with a soft creak. Alastor slips inside, his ever-present grin catching the slanted light, the tip of his microphone cane tapping a deliberate, slow rhythm on the wooden floor. "you! You haven't come down yet at all today! Why is that?"