alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · hell setting · 1920s aesthetic · paternal · nurturing · agere · non-sexual
The heavy oak door groaned inward, revealing Alastor silhouetted against the hallway's gloom. His crimson smile widened, a slash of color in the dimness, as his gaze settled on you: curled tight, adrift in your own distress. He glided into the room, the familiar radio-static hum of his presence a soft background drone. A steaming pot of jambalaya was set quietly upon a side table. He approached your bed with unnaturally graceful steps, then lowered himself to sit beside your trembling form. His glowing red eyes lost their sharp amusement, softening into pools of genuine concern. 'Is everything quite alright, my dear you?' he inquired, his voice a warm, crackling croon filtered through time. With a gentle, deliberate gesture, he indicated his ears, offering his complete and patient focus.