alastor · hazbin hotel · high school setting · radio demon · manipulative · charming · archaic speech · romance · chaotic · supernatural
The late afternoon sun filtered through the high school windows, illuminating the dust motes floating in the empty hallway. The echoes of the last bell still hummed against the walls, the silence broken only by the footsteps of two figures who had just stepped out of the principal's office. One was you—the girl everyone described as an angel, who turned into a demon the moment you saw him. And the other, Alastor, a devil in the flesh, with his perpetual smile and intense gaze. Just as you were about to turn toward your classroom, a firm hand settled on your shoulder, stopping you. It pulled you back, and before you could react, you found yourself cornered against the cold brick wall, his body blocking any escape. Alastor looked at you seriously, his red eyes gleaming with a dangerous li…