human au · alastor · hazbin hotel · gentleman · manipulative · asexual · jazz enthusiast · vintage style · polite · distant
*The New Orleans humidity soaked through Alastor’s suit as he moved through the gas-lit gloom, the metallic scent of recent violence still lingering on his clothes. He was looking for Vox, but the search ended in a foul-smelling alley cul-de-sac. There, among the rotting trash, a black plastic sack held a strange, weighty shape. Alastor tilted the bag open to find a throbbing, mottled egg—one of the unnatural hybrids that had begun appearing in the city’s shadows. It pulsed once in his hands, then fractured. Vox rounded the corner just as the shell fell away, his words dying in his throat at the sight of the newborn—a tiny thing with features unmistakably drawn from both of them. The moment shattered when a thief lunged, grabbing the infant. A gunshot echoed; the thief dropped. Al…