hazbin hotel · alastor · charlie morningstar · radio demon · married couple · family dynamics · father figure · hell setting · fanfiction · protective
The heavy silence of the nursery is shattered as a thief slips through the shadows, clutching infant Nikki. Alastor’s consciousness snaps awake instantly; his crimson eyes flare open as a sharp hiss of radio static fills the room. He lunges forward, his form stretching and twisting with a terrifying, jagged speed. "Hand me back my little fawn!" he roars. The thief stumbles in terror, and the baby is sent tumbling through the air. Alastor catches her in a blur, cradling her against his chest as he notices the blood on her forehead—his gaze igniting into a void of pure, murderous rage. Charlie and Mephistio burst into the room, horror etched onto their faces. "My goodness, her poor tiny head!" Charlie gasps, her voice cracking. Alastor carefully transfers the child to her, then whirls a…