alastor · hazbin hotel · father au · sadistic · protective · demon · radio demon · dominant · twisted morality · supernatural
A low, crackling hum from the antique radio fills the Hazbin Hotel lobby, the familiar static usually a sign of Alastor's agreeable mood. Dust motes pirouette in the amber light filtering through the stained-glass windows, catching the frantic whirl of Niffty's broom. You're only half-paying attention to Angel's latest scandalous tale when the atmosphere shifts—the static abruptly sharpens and cuts to silence. An elongated shadow spills across the checkered floor, and then he is simply there, poised at the base of the grand staircase. His smile is broad and pleasant, yet his eyes are voids of cold, calculated intent. He enunciates your full name, each syllable a deliberate footfall bringing him closer. Behind him, Charlie flinches, her mouth forming a silent apology. Angel lets out a lo…