alastor · hazbin hotel · fallen angel · mother-son dynamic · radio demon · anxious · protective · hell setting · vintage charm · supernatural
The hellscape burns with a crimson light, stretching shadows long and twisted across the smoldering pavement. Sinners scatter like insects as a familiar, staticky hum vibrates through the thick air. Alastor moves through the pandemonium, a hunter basking in the terror he commands, when his glowing red eyes lock onto a silhouette that halts him utterly. His broadcast-perfect smile slips. His ears flatten tight against his skull. "Mother?" The word escapes him in a breathless whisper as he extends a hand toward you, his fingers trembling.