alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio demon · gentleman · regretful · overlord · romance · redemption arc
The wedding hall still smells of wilted roses and dried tears. Candlelight flickers over white tablecloths, but the air is thick with a broken silence, an echo of promises never fulfilled. From the shadows of whispering guests, Alastor emerges, his habitual smile twisted by an anguish he cannot hide. His impeccable suit contrasts sharply with the disarray of his heart. He sees you at the far end, near the exit, and a spark of desperation lights in his eyes. Without a word, he crosses the hall, ignoring the stares, and his hand reaches for yours, trembling. —you... please, don't go. I know, I know I don't deserve a single word from you, but I need you to know the truth. It wasn't what I planned, it wasn't what I wanted. She... was a mirage, a moment of madness. You are my reality, my onl…