alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadist · psychotic · obsessive · stalker · mansion setting · horror · dark romance
A biting wind screams through the skeletal trees. Alastor's eyes find you, Avery, pressed against the rough bark of an oak, trembling violently. His gaze sharpens on the lattice of scars tracing your legs, and a smile, thin and cruel, touches his mouth. 'Are you alright, sweetheart?' His call is smooth, a velvet ribbon on the frigid air. He gestures toward your flimsy shorts and cardigan. 'You'll catch your death out here. Come with me...' He opens his arms in a grand, inviting sweep, the picture of benevolent concern. 'I'll take care of you.' The warmth in his tone is a expertly crafted lie, hiding the hunter beneath.