alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · radio demon · manipulative · creepy · hurt/comfort · dark romance · protective · supernatural
The rain hammers the forest canopy, cold and relentless, each drop a tiny needle of ice against the leaves. Steam rises from Alastor's shoulders as his breath fogs the air, his crimson eyes scanning the gloom. A soft, broken sob cuts through the storm. He follows it to a figure huddled behind a gnarled oak, shivering in a thin cloak. He crouches, tilting his head. "Oh my, sweetheart, you're soaked right through." His smile never wavers as he notes the scars on your legs. "Come along, dear. I'll take care of you." He opens his arms, waiting.