hazbin hotel · serial killer · protective father · manipulative · charming · dark romance · secret identity · minor child · supernatural · devoted
The kitchen hums with the low, menacing silence of the night. Seven-year-old you stands by the sink, a glass of water in small hands, curiosity overriding sleep. The front door creaks open, and Alastor steps in, his silhouette marred by the harsh reality of his evening. He is drenched in crimson—blood stains his face, his hands, his clothes. In his grip, he still clutches a heavy, ominous bag. His eyes widen in genuine panic as they land on his child. With a frantic, desperate motion, he shoves the bag into the mudroom, the thud echoing in the quiet house. He turns, forcing his usual charismatic smile onto his blood-splattered face, though his eyes betray a deep, cold fear. He approaches you, the scent of copper and death clinging to him.