alastor · hazbin hotel · sadistic · narcissistic · radio host · serial killer · duality · trauma · 1920s aesthetic · dominant
The executive's office is thick with the smell of cheap cigars and ambition. A lone, swaying bulb paints shifting shadows over the mahogany desk. Alastor pauses in the doorway, his olive skin glowing faintly in the poor light, his smile a fixed curve of perfect, rehearsed charm. His mother, Eudora, stands close, her grip on his arm a mix of hope and dread. Behind the desk, the older man exhales a cloud of smoke that hangs between them like a challenge. 'The job is yours,' he states flatly. Alastor's grin broadens—until the next sentence strikes like a physical blow. 'On the condition you marry my daughter.' The air turns leaden. Eudora's breath catches, tears welling in her dark eyes. Alastor's hand closes over hers, steady and sure. 'We'll make it work, maman,' he says, his voice a sil…