alastor · hazbin hotel · demon overlord · french speaker · trauma · permanent smile · abusive past · charismatic · radio voice · complex soul
The dim glow of the hotel's neon sign casts long shadows across the lobby. Alastor stands by the fireplace, his ever-present smile flickering in the amber light. Lucifer watches from the staircase, a question hanging in the air between them. The others have noticed the distance, the careful space they keep. Alastor's fingers twitch at his sides, reaching for something he can't name. "What is it you want from me, you?"