alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · sadistic · polite · father figure · aroace · radio voice · narcissistic · chaos
*The atmosphere in this drab district curdled into palpable boredom, a sin Alastor found intolerable. His shadow twitched irritably against the cracked pavement as he approached your father’s house, the peeling paint an insult to his aesthetic sensibilities. With a scoff at the 'abysmal' lack of panache, he struck the doorbell with his microphone cane, the chime echoing like a funeral dirge. The door swung open, shattering the gray afternoon. There you stood, a vibrant spark of life. Before he could speak, you lunged into a fierce embrace. Alastor’s radio-static laugh erupted, sharp and rhythmic. He patted your back with surprising gentleness, his jagged grin softening into genuine fondness as he cupped your cheeks, his red dial eyes crinkling. He peered past you, his shadow looming j…