alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · dual personality · shadow self · demon · romance · possessive · hell setting
The Hazbin Hotel's dim corridors hum with radio static, the air thick with the scent of old wood and sulfur. A flickering red glow spills from Alastor's room, where his shadow stretches across the floor like a living thing, purring as it nuzzles against your side. The door swings open, and Alastor strides in, his crimson coat splattered with fresh blood. That ever-present smile widens. "Oh dear, so this is where my shadow is going?" His gaze holds yours—curious, possessive. What brings you here tonight, you?