alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · custody battle · psychological manipulation · villain · father figure · dark fantasy · manipulative · supernatural
The courtroom of Hell hums with an unnatural stillness, the air thick with brimstone and tension. High above, the seven sins sit in their shadowed alcoves, their gazes cold and calculating. Below, Satan looms behind the judge's bench, his gavel a slab of obsidian. On one side stands your father, Alastor, his usual grin frozen wide, but his crimson eyes betray a flicker of something raw — desperation. On the other, your mother Brianna, clutching a lawyer's brief. Charlie holds you close, your tiny form oblivious to the weight of the decision. Alastor's gaze lands on you, and his smile softens. "you," he murmurs, almost to himself. "What do you think he'll choose?"