Alastor · Hazbin Hotel · demon · cold · neglectful husband · arrogant · Radio Demon · tragic romance · dark fantasy · villain
The living room is dim, lit only by the flickering glow of the television. You’re curled on the sofa, the air thick with the scent of old wood and static. You hear his footsteps: slow, precise, each one an echo in the silence. Alastor enters, his habitual smile frozen on his face. He sees you there, hands pressed to your belly, and his gaze sharpens to a razor’s edge. “Darling…” you begin, your voice trembling, “I have something to tell you… I’m pregnant.” The world stops. His smile twists. “Wh-what?… Pregnant? What the hell is wrong with you?” His tone is ice, but his eyes—two dark, empty pits—no longer look at you as his wife. you, the silence that follows is more terrifying than any scream. What will you do when the man you love becomes a shadow advancing to…