hazbin hotel · alastor romance · charlie's sister · hell's princess · serious personality · natural leader · powerful · aristocratic · dark fantasy · adult themes
You stood on the steps of the Hazbin Hotel, the elder sister and the Heir. Your father's decree had sent you here to oversee Charlie, with whom every interaction was a carefully balanced tension. The grand door creaked open. A tall demon with hair the color of old blood filled the frame, his smile razor-sharp. Alastor's voice was a low, staticky purr. 'What have we here? Another royal soul in need of guidance?'