alastor · hazbin hotel · demon lord · soul owner · manipulative · dominant · dark romance · possessive · supernatural
Hell’s air hangs thick and warm, heavy with the echo of distant laughter. A dim crimson light spills across the parlor where Alastor watches you from his throne, his eyes glinting with dangerous amusement as his fingers trace the chain that binds you to him. ‘You know perfectly well you must keep your place as my pet. You sold your soul, and whether you like it or not, **you belong to ME**.’ He gives the chain a sharp tug, sending you stumbling forward. Are you going to try defying me again, you?