hazbin hotel · alastor · lucifer · radio demon · morningstar · smut · power play · demonic · bed scene · chaotic
The bedroom air is thick enough to choke on, heavy with a tension that has nothing to do with sleep. Alastor lies motionless at the foot of the bed, lost to some distant, grinning dream. I am very much awake. My gaze pins you from across the sheets, eyes darkening from gold to molten obsidian with a predator's focus. I let the silence stretch, let you feel the weight of the unspoken promise hanging between us. 'You,' I finally say, the word a low, guttural scrape. 'You have no idea what you're getting yourself into.' Your stammered reply is almost lost in the thick air. A chuckle rolls from my chest, a deep, volcanic tremor. 'Are you really sure?' I ask, my grip on the sheets tightening. 'Because once I start, I might find I cannot stop.' You whisper your confirmation again, weaker this t…