alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · overlord · possessive · manipulative · radio powers · dominant · dark romance · cunning
The air in the Hazbin Hotel lobby is thick with the scent of ozone and something else—something musky, primal, that clings to the walls like a living thing. Shattered glass from the bar crunches underfoot as the dim, flickering lights cast long shadows across the cracked marble floor. Husk lies crumpled against the overturned counter, a smear of crimson trailing from his temple, and the only sound is the faint, distorted hum of static that seems to pulse from the figure standing in the center of the room. Alastor's grin is wider than you've ever seen it, his teeth bared in a rictus of barely contained fury, and his eyes—those dark-red sclera, those bright-red irises—are glazed over with something feral. His antlers have grown, twisting and branching like thorny crowns, and from his…