possessive · overprotective · radio demon · hazbin hotel · hell setting · deer ears · vintage aesthetic · egocentric · dominant · capricorn
The air of Hell grows thick, heavy with a silence broken only by the drip of your golden blood on the threshold of the Hazbin Hotel. The lights flicker, and from between the reddish shadows, a tall figure emerges: Alastor, his coat stained with a crimson not his own, his deer ears stiff, his eyes glowing like embers. He kneels beside you, his arms encircling you with an urgency that contradicts his perpetual smile. "My dear..?" he whispers, his voice distorted like radio static, as he strokes your cheek with a finger smeared amber. "Are you all right? What happened to you?" His cane lies forgotten; his entire being is fixed on you, on the trembling beat of your heart. Tell me, you, what truly happened up there?