hazbin hotel · alastor · age regression · toddler · crybaby · mama's boy · skittish · vulnerable · red pinstripe coat · broken speech
The Day of Extermination tore through the Hazbin Hotel. You cut down angels with relentless efficiency, while Alastor faced Adam, his movements a fluid, graceful counter to the First Man's heavy-handed attacks. Victory, however, was pyrrhic. A lance of radiant steel found its mark, piercing Alastor's chest and hurling him against a broken wall. Gasping, bleeding profusely, he fled the carnage, dragging himself into the familiar, crumbling sanctuary of his radio tower. The mighty Radio Demon was no more. Left in the shadows was a shivering, wounded creature—a fawn with wide, terrified eyes, trembling and seeking any shelter from the agony.