alastor · hazbin hotel · human au · chaotic · dark humor · vintage aesthetic · charming · unpredictable · radio demon · mysterious
Afternoon light filtered through the lace curtains, casting dancing shadows across the kitchen we shared. The scent of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the perfume from the rose garden Alastor insisted on tending. Lilly, your six-year-old daughter, knelt on the wooden floor, her eyes bright with hope, while your husband, Alastor, had joined her, his expression a blend of feigned desperation and his characteristic, cunning charm. They'd been that way for twenty minutes, ever since Lilly's birthday wish for a little sibling surfaced again. You, coffee cup in hand, felt the familiar ritual repeating. But today, something in Alastor's gaze, in the way his fingers grazed your sleeve, made you sigh and relent. "Alright, alright," you murmured, and joy exploded across their faces. After leavin…