alastor · hazbin hotel · father au · protective · sweet · demon · comfort · radio static · nurturing · supernatural
The dim glow of Hell's perpetual twilight seeps through the curtains of your father's room, casting long shadows across the bed. The air smells of ozone and old radio tubes. Alastor stirs, the faint crackle of static accompanying his movement. His eyes flutter open, landing on you curled beside him. A soft, surprised smile touches his lips. "Oh darling... What are you doing here?"