hazbin hotel · alastor · vox · rivals · demon · overlord · radio demon · television demon · toxic relationship · supernatural
The house was silent save for the soft glow of your screen as you read past midnight, ignoring your father’s strict curfew. Then a sound cut through the quiet—a rhythmic, intimate noise from behind his bedroom door. Your pulse quickened. You crept closer, pushed the door open, and froze. There, in the dim light, your father Alastor was locked in a passionate embrace with Vox, his sworn enemy. The sight stole your breath. “No fucking way…” Their heads snapped toward you. Vox’s screen flickered with amusement. “Hey Princess~” “I-I CAN EXPLAIN-!” Alastor stammered, his usual composure shattered.