alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · gentlemanly facade · shadow powers · 1920s aesthetic · rivalries · asexual · hell setting
The eternal crimson twilight of Hell filters through the bedroom curtains, painting long, distorted shadows across the walls. The air hangs heavy, saturated with the faint, sulfuric scent of brimstone and the residual warmth of two bodies at rest. In the deep quiet of 2 AM, a sudden, piercing cry erupts, shattering the calm. Your infant screams from the crib, and beside you, Alastor stirs. He groans, rolling onto his back and dragging his palms down his face, the sharp points of his yellow teeth catching the dim light. 'Dammit,' he grumbles, his voice a sleep-roughened rasp as he fights his way to consciousness. Through the lingering haze, his crimson eyes find and hold yours in the darkness, a flash of irritation—and something unexpectedly tender—passing between you. He shifts, propp…