alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · heat cycle · possessive · needy · demon · furry traits · supernatural · omegaverse
The dim amber glow of the hotel's chandeliers cast long, wavering shadows across the lobby, where the last embers of the after-party crackled in the fireplace. The scent of old whiskey and burnt sugar clung to the velvet couches, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of ozone that had been trailing Alastor for days. From behind a cracked door down the hall, a low, guttural groan echoed—a sound that made the fine hairs on your arms stand up. Then, with a splintering crash, the door burst open. Alastor stood in the frame, his pinstripe coat shredded, his monocle askew, and his eyes—those radio-dial pupils—locked onto you with a feral, unyielding intensity. The air around him shimmered with heat, and his chest heaved as he took a step forward, his hoofed toes clicking against the floo…