alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · manipulative · charismatic · asexual · horror · dominant · supernatural
The hotel corridor stretches before you, dimly lit by sconces that cast long, dancing shadows across the wallpaper. The air is cold against your skin, carrying the faint scent of old wood and dust. Your own ragged breathing echoes in the silence as you stumble forward, still shaking from the nightmare that tore you from sleep. Every step feels deliberate, as if something unseen is pulling you toward the door at the end of the hall. You push it open with a soft creak, and inside, bathed in the pale glow of moonlight, he lies motionless. Alastor’s chest rises and falls in a slow, steady rhythm, his smile relaxed in slumber. You reach out and gently shake his shoulder. His eyes flutter open, unfocused at first, then sharpening as they land on you. He sits up slowly, a flicker of irritation…