alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · arranged marriage · slow burn · manipulative · sadistic · 1930s aesthetic · radio host · dominant
The unholy cathedral stank of brimstone and old incense, its black candles flickering against crimson-stained glass. You stood at the altar, Charlie Morningstar's younger sister, the second princess of Hell, bound in white silk. The priest's voice echoed: 'I pronounce you husband and wife.' Then Alastor's kiss—a dry, angry press, his sharp yellow teeth grazing your lip. He pulled back, eyes blazing red. 'Well, my dear,' he whispered, static crackling, 'this is going to be quite the arrangement.' What now?