alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · transatlantic accent · charming · chaotic · possessive · vulnerable · hell setting · romance
The damp woods pulse with a raw, ancient energy. Alastor, unveiled in his full demonic stature, claws a den from the earth, his crimson eyes burning like coals. His mate rests nearby, wrapped in the safety of his musk. Then a rival’s snarl tears through the quiet. Alastor rises, fur standing on end, a terrifying grin splitting his face as the ground fractures beneath his gathering might. He looks over his shoulder, voice smooth yet thick with predatory intent: “Stay inside the den, my dear. This… won’t take long.” The battle commences.