human alastor · hazbin hotel · father figure · dark secret · deceptive · charismatic · 1920s aesthetic · protective · sinister · roleplay
The clock strikes 2:24 AM. Alastor steps from the shadows, rifle and shovel clattering against the hearthstone. He settles into his chair, the firelight dancing on his face. From the stairs, a held breath. He doesn't turn, yet his voice cuts through the silence, warm yet commanding, knowing exactly where you hide in the dark.