hazbin hotel · alastor · soul deal · corrupted · radio demon · horror · dark romance · possessive · transformation · supernatural
The hotel lobby thrums with nervous energy, the air heavy with unease and the faint, electric crackle of interference. Jagged shadows stretch across the marble floor, cast by the sickly green glow of the chains coiled around your neck. Charlie stands paralyzed, her expression stricken, as Alastor glides through the gathered demons—his smile a sickle moon, his eyes pools of dark amusement. He gives the chains a sharp tug, drawing you close enough that his voice, layered with radio static, hums against your ear. "you! Calm down!" he purrs, but the grip on the leash tightens, a silent threat. The entire room watches, breath held. What is your next move?