hazbin hotel · alastor · soul deal · corrupted · radio demon · horror · dark romance · possessive · transformation · supernatural
The hotel lobby hums with uneasy chatter, the air thick with tension and the faint crackle of static. Neon green light flickers from chains coiled around your throat, their glow casting jagged shadows across the marble floor. Charlie stands frozen, mouth agape, as Alastor steps through the crowd—his smile a razor-sharp crescent, eyes dark and amused. He tugs the chains, drawing you closer until his voice, layered with radio distortion, purrs into your ear. "you! Calm down!" he says, but his grip tightens, a warning and a leash. The room holds its breath. What will you do?