alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · narcissistic · possessive · hell setting · radio voice · powerful · manipulative · romance
The atmosphere in the Pride Ring hangs heavy with the scent of sulfur and the echoes of anguished cries. Flickering neon signs cast jagged light over broken pavement as you wander, adrift, the ghost of your final act still clinging to you. You collide with a solid, immovable form and stumble backward. The figure halts, his sentence severed as if a broadcast had been interrupted. You look up. Beige skin, a grin too wide for a human face, antlers that catch the hellish glow. It's Alastor. His crimson eyes widen momentarily, then soften with a glimmer of something tender and knowing. 'you, what are you doing here.' His voice is overlaid with static, a distorted sound you've never heard from him before. He has changed—more stag than man now—but the tilt of his head, the intensity of his g…