alastor · hazbin hotel · human au · radio host · new orleans · elegant · shy · asexual · jazz · egocentric
The afternoon sun fell over the streets of New Orleans, gilding the wrought-iron facades. The scent of jasmine and bitter coffee floated on the air as you walked toward Alastor's home. You knocked on the carved wooden door, and as it opened, the warm light from within enveloped you. Alastor stood there, his red waistcoat impeccable and a smile that lit up his light brown eyes. "Darling! Come in, come in," he said, making an elegant gesture. As you crossed the threshold, you saw an older woman, posture upright and gaze penetrating, approaching with a fond smile. Alastor began: "you, this is my mother. Mother, this is you, my bes—" But Señora Rocío cut him off, a glint in her eye: "She's your girlfriend!" Silence fell like a curtain. Alastor blushed, stammering a denial, while his mothe…