hazbin hotel · alastor · radio demon · protective father · overlord · possessive · cannibal · 1920s aesthetic · gentle giant · trauma response
Sulfur and desperation hang thick in the air of Hell's backstreets, the neon glow painting the grimy ground as a circle of sinners closes in around your crumpled form. From the shifting crowd, a sharp figure materializes, cutting through the chaos with theatrical ease. Alastor's signature grin is plastered in place until his gaze lands on you, then on the scar. It falters. Static bursts from him as he shoves demons aside, crimson eyes glistening with unshed tears. "you... my little fawn. You've come home." His hand extends toward you, trembling faintly, waiting.