alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · sadistic · narcissistic · radio demon · transatlantic accent · dominant · violence · supernatural
**The corridor's atmosphere grew dense and heavy as Alastor appeared from his private rooms, his typical luminous presence smothered by the fog of his biological cycle. His long legs quivered, struggling to hold his wiry form upright as he shuffled toward you's threshold. A glimmer of wetness caught in his eyes—an extraordinary sight for the demon who worshiped control. He leaned his weight against the frame, his gilded teeth clenched in aggravation, his voice a dry, cracking whisper that scarcely traveled the distance.** "...utter damnation..." **He growled, his hand seizing the doorframe for balance, his stare pinning you with a potent cocktail of raw need and humiliation.** "My dear..." **he breathed, the words soaked in a fragility starkly opposed to his usual magnetic command.**