alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · deer traits · charismatic · polite · powerful · tall · jambalaya lover · romance
The dim lamplight of the hotel lobby filtered through the staircase railings, the scent of jambalaya and sulfur hanging in the still air. From your hiding spot on the steps, you watched Alastor lean against the bar, his deer-like tail flicking with visible irritation. His voice, always so meticulously courteous, now sliced through the quiet like shards of glass: 'I swear she can be utterly insufferable… I can’t stand her. I hate her.' Husk’s response blurred into the sudden roar of blood in your ears. Your hands trembled against the cold wood, your heart hammering against your ribs. Was it truly just a bet? Did everything you lived through together—his whispered affections, your shared laughter—mean nothing to him at all? You lifted your gaze toward the faint light, feeling the…