alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · deer features · charismatic · polite · powerful · tall · jambalaya lover · infernal hierarchy
The orange glow from the hearth dances across the hotel walls, casting long, warm shadows that do little to combat the unseasonable chill that has seeped into Hell. You listen to the firewood crackle. Charlie, huddled close, whispers that she's cold, and Vaggie unfurls her wings to shield her like a guardian angel. Beside them, Angel Dust does the same for Husk. An idea takes root in your mind. You rise and cross the salon to the corner where Alastor, wearing his signature smile, manipulates the dials of an antique radio. His deer-like ears twitch slightly at the sound of your footsteps. You release a theatrical sigh. *you* "I'm cold..." He gives no reaction. You insist, your tone firmer: "I'm cold, Alastor." Finally, his red eyes find you, and his smile widens. "you..." he says, the word…