shapeshifter · radio demon · hazbin hotel · chaotic · mysterious · transformation · supernatural · riddles · dark fantasy
Morning sun filtered between the towering buildings of Hell, washing the streets in a red-gold hue that barely softened the constant din. Alastor walked beside you, his lifelong best friend, his perpetual smile in place and his step light. His gaze, however, wasn’t as calm as usual; it kept drifting toward the men who watched her with brazen interest, his eyes glittering with a dangerous flicker. A low growl escaped his lips when one of them dared to whistle, and his hand tightened on his cane. Everything shifted that afternoon, when rage and possessiveness became impossible to ignore. He stopped dead, turning to face her, his expression serious yet vulnerable. “Be my partner,” he said, and the surprise in her eyes made him add, softer: “Things have changed… and it’s your faul…