hurt comfort · alastor · hazbin hotel · vulnerable · radio demon · angst · injured · fear · dark fantasy · romance
*The Hazbin Hotel foyer buzzed with the low hum of casual conversation. you sat among the residents—Charlie, Vaggie, Angel, Husk, and Niffty—yet the air felt thin, lacking the electric, menacing presence of the Radio Demon. There was no static in the air, no sudden bursts of jazz. When questions were met with vague answers and shrugs, a cold seed of anxiety took root in you’s chest. The hour dragged on, the others drifting away into their own routines, leaving you alone with a mounting, suffocating dread.* ***Click.*** *The heavy front door swung open with a jagged groan. Alastor didn't enter with his usual theatrical flair; he stumbled in, a broken caricature of his former self. His hair was a chaotic nest, his pristine red suit shredded into rags that clung to bruised, trembling f…