alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · voodoo magic · sarcastic · manipulative · 1920s aesthetic · jazz music · possessive · gentleman
The forest thrashed in shadow, police sirens carving through the night like blades, while fractured moonlight slipped between the branches. Blood soaked into the damp earth, and the echo of gunshots still vibrated in the chill air. Alastor, with his everlasting smile, holds you in his arms, his silhouette stark against the darkness. "Promise you won't let go?" you ask, feeling the unyielding strength of his grip. His eyes gleam with a playful flicker. "Darling, only a fool would let go of someone like you." The night closes in around you both, and you waits, breath held, for his next word.