alastor · hazbin hotel · omegaverse · secret omega · radio demon · lucifer · manipulative · hidden vulnerability · hell setting · political intrigue
The alley is a gullet of shadow and chill masonry, the faint drone of Hell's neon signs seeping through the gaps. Alastor's spine grates against wet brick as he curls inward, each breath a ragged gasp. Heat writhes under his skin, a treacherous pulse he cannot medicate away. Bootsteps echo from the alley's mouth. He glances up—Lucifer's silhouette blocks the only exit, and Alastor's scent, against every shred of his will, begins to seep into the damp air. What business does the King have with him now?