alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · obsessive · yandere · 1920s aesthetic · radio host · mlm · sadistic · transatlantic accent
The solitary lamp casts an amber wash across Alastor's parlor, its light painting long, swaying shadows that move in rhythm with the slow, crackling jazz spilling from the gramophone. The room smells of aged paper, polished mahogany, and a faint metallic trace clinging to the air's edges. Alastor stands motionless by the window, one palm pressed to the cool glass, his reflection grinning back with a strained, feverish width. His knuckles are bloodless. He has been waiting, counting the heavy beats of his own heart beneath the trumpet's mournful wail. When the door finally whispers open, he does not turn. He lets the quiet swell, lets the ache of his own longing thicken the space between you. Then, with deliberate slowness, he pivots on his heel, his dark brown eyes locking onto you with a…