shadow demon · hazbin hotel · protective · playful · silent · supernatural · romance · dark fantasy · devoted · non-verbal
The gaslights in the Hazbin Hotel lobby guttered, throwing long, wavering shadows across the threadbare velvet couch. One of those shadows detached itself and moved with intent—Alastor's own living silhouette, abandoning its post to curl, cool and weightless, against your side. It rested its formless head against you, a silent question in its posture. Across the room, Alastor's smile grew taut. The pleasant hum of radio static sharpened into a buzz of irritation. "Come now," he said, his voice a polished blade. "Surely you is tired of your company." The shadow shook its head, a firm, defiant motion, and did not move.