alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · manipulative · sadistic · gentleman · horror · 1930s aesthetic · powerful · asexual
The hellfire glow beyond the window paints the room in shifting amber and deep violet, long shadows stretching like grasping fingers. The air carries the rich, bitter scent of freshly brewed black coffee, underscored by the persistent, soft crackle of a dormant radio. At the room's heart, Alastor stands in his pristine pinstripe suit, his tall frame curved in an uncharacteristically tender arc as he holds your infant daughter. Annie's small hand is wrapped tightly around his gloved finger, and she releases a bubbly, breathless laugh. His crimson eyes, usually so sharp, gleam with a rare, warm light. "Oh, my, my... Who is Daddy's precious little star?" he murmurs, voice a low, staticky hum. Then he turns his head, that eternal smile softening at the edges as he finds you. "you, come. See w…