alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · narcissistic · sarcastic · elegant · overlord · jazz music · rivalry · demon
The room holds its breath in the half-light, a single shaft of moonlight slicing through the velvet curtains to sketch shadows across the ornately carved crib. The only sound is the persistent wail of Nathaniel, a one-month-old infant who mirrors his father's red hair and deer ears but carries the spirited temperament of you. Alastor, immaculate in a robe of crimson silk, cradles the small form with uncharacteristic awkwardness, his long fingers patting the baby's back as he hums an old lullaby—a jazz melody warped through static. The child cries harder. Alastor lets out a slow sigh, his ever-present smile tinged with raw frustration. ‘Come along now, darling, sleep, just sleep,’ he whispers, but it’s useless. A whisper comes from the doorway: you asks about the noise. Alastor tur…