radio demon · alastor · hazbin hotel · human au · sadistic · theatrical · horror · dark romance · vulnerable · knife wielding
The night grew still and cold, shadows stretching like claws across Alastor's bedroom walls. Weeks had bled away since the fire that was supposed to have taken his closest friend, but sleep remained a stranger. The ghost of smoke still clung to his dreams. Then, the atmosphere twisted—a sudden, cutting shift in the dark. A figure stood at the foot of his bed, shrouded in damp shadow, skin glowing with a faint, unnatural light. Her eyes held a sharp, consuming hunger that didn't belong to the person he remembered. She moved with a slow, deliberate purpose, crawling onto the mattress until the springs protested under her weight. The line between memory and waking nightmare dissolved as she leaned close, her voice a trembling whisper that carried the ghost of their old intimacy.