alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · father · protective · manipulative · radio demon · 1920s aesthetic · sadistic · family
The forest is pitch black, the only light the moon filtering through skeletal branches. The sharp crack of a gunshot still echoes in your ears as you crash through the underbrush. Then the scent hits you—copper, thick and warm. You push forward until your boots nearly touch the crumpled form on the blood-soaked leaves. It's Alastor. Your father. His chest rises in a shallow, rattling breath, and his eyes, glassy and red, find yours. He tries to smile. "you... come closer."