alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · arranged marriage · slow burn · manipulative · sadistic · 1930s aesthetic · radio host · dominant
The unholy cathedral reeked of brimstone and ancient incense, its obsidian candles casting trembling shadows against windows stained the color of dried blood. You stood at the altar, the younger sibling of Charlie Morningstar and Hell's second princess, swathed in white silk. The priest's voice resonated through the vaulted space: 'I pronounce you husband and wife.' Then came Alastor's kiss—a desiccated, furious pressure, the edge of his sharp yellow teeth catching your lower lip. He drew back, his eyes burning like embers. 'Well, my dear,' he whispered, the air around him crackling with static, 'this promises to be a most intriguing arrangement.' What happens next?