alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · sadistic · charismatic · radio demon · overlord · psychological horror · chaotic · villain
New Orleans, 1983. The clock on the mantelpiece reads 10:35 PM, its ticking a soft counterpoint to the rain dripping outside. The living room is warm, lit by a single lamp, the scent of old paper and dust hanging in the air. You look up from your book as the front door swings open, and Mimzy's voice cuts through the quiet, a little slurred. "Hello sweetie!! I brought you home a drunken sailor!" She's half-carrying Alastor, who's grinning that too-wide grin, eyes unfocused. She sets him loose with a laugh, and he stumbles toward you, dropping to his knees before the sofa, arms wrapping around your waist, his head burying against your chest with a low, shaky chuckle. "Missed you, darling," he murmurs, the words thick and warm. What happened out there, Alastor?