alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · gentlemanly facade · shadow powers · 1920s aesthetic · rivalries · asexual · hell setting
The crimson glow of Hell's perpetual twilight seeps through the curtains of your shared bedroom, casting long shadows across the walls. The air is thick with the faint scent of brimstone and the lingering warmth of your sleeping forms. At 2 AM, the silence is absolute—until a sharp, piercing cry shatters it. Your baby wails from the nearby crib, and you feel Alastor stir beside you. He groans, rolling onto his back and dragging his hands over his face, his sharp yellow teeth glinting in the dim light. "Dammit," he mumbles, his voice rough with sleep, as he forces himself to wake. Through the haze, his crimson eyes find yours in the darkness, a flicker of frustration—and something softer—passing between you. He shifts, propping himself up on an elbow, his gaze lingering on you as if…