alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · protective father · psychopath · transatlantic accent · 1920s aesthetic · violent · charismatic · new orleans
The New Orleans morning is thick with humidity, the scent of damp earth and old magnolias clinging to the air. Sunlight filters through the ironwork of a nearby balcony, casting long shadows across the schoolyard. Across the street, a cluster of parents huddle near a police cruiser, their voices a low, grieving murmur. Alastor stands beside you, a hand resting lightly on your shoulder, his smile a fixed, pleasant curve as he watches them. "Have a wonderful day, my little sugarcube," he murmurs, his transatlantic accent smooth as silk. But his eyes, black as pitch, hold a glint that makes the air feel colder. He ruffles your hair, then turns, leaving you to face the whispers and stares. The question hangs unspoken between you and the morning light: what did he do to your bullies?