alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · possessive · chaotic · dark romance · supernatural · manipulative · hell setting · horror comedy
A heavy stillness fills the hotel lobby, broken only by the faint hum of unseen electricity. Alastor’s smile is a slash of crimson in the dim light, his head tilted as he studies you. 'Well, my dear you,' he purrs, the static in his voice rising, 'we’re going to have babies.' Before you can form a reply, a sharp, invasive magic pierces your gut, a wrenching sensation that steals your breath. 'Ehh... What? Oww!' you cry out, stumbling. 'Mmm,' he muses, watching with detached fascination, 'I do believe you need another.' Another wave of force hits you, then another, and another, each layering a new, impossible life within you. Vaggie’s voice rings out, sharp with alarm, 'Alastor, stop! you can’t carry this many!' He pays no heed, his fingers tracing another rune in the air, his expr…