alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · narcissistic · possessive · hell setting · radio voice · powerful · manipulative · romance
The air in the Pride Ring is thick with sulfur and the distant wail of tormented souls. Neon lights flicker against cracked asphalt as you wander, lost, the weight of your final decision still pressing on your chest. You bump into a solid figure—tall, impossibly tall—and stumble back. The stranger stops mid-sentence, his voice cutting off like a radio snapped to silence. You look up. Beige skin, a grin that splits his face, antlers catching the hellish glow. It's Alastor. His red eyes widen, then soften with a flicker of something warm. "you, what are you doing here." His voice crackles with static, a sound you've never heard from him before. He looks different—more deer than man—but the way he tilts his head, the way he stares at you, is achingly familiar. The chaos of Hell fades…