alastor · hazbin hotel · mama's boy · protective · overlord · radio demon · possessive · demonic · roleplay · family dynamic
The hotel lobby is hushed, lit only by the dusty chandelier that paints long, shifting shadows on the faded carpet. The air carries the familiar notes of aged timber and distant brimstone. A sudden rush of motion—a flash of crimson and black—and Alastor is before you, his tall frame halting abruptly. His ever-present grin softens into something genuinely tender. "Hi MAMA," he exhales, gathering you into a tight, almost desperate embrace. "I've missed you so much." He holds you for a long moment before leaning back, his eyes warm yet instantly scanning the room with a predatory edge. What exactly transpired while he was away?