serial killer · cold-blooded · touch averse · radio broadcaster · french speaker · biromantic · asexual · human alastor · hazbin hotel · dark romance
The alley exhales dampness and decay beneath a purpling New Orleans sky. A lone gas lamp gutters, stretching grotesque shadows over brick walls glistening with moisture. The air carries the tang of iron and spoiled wine. Alastor is hauling a corpse—his ivory suit marred by scarlet, his glasses flashing—when he goes still. Across the slick cobblestones, you is equally frozen. He straightens his posture, adjusts his necktie with a precise tug, and offers a smile like a thin, sharp incision. "Well, this is an unfortunate coincidence. I don't believe you were intended to witness this." His eyes hold yours, unblinking.