serial killer · cold-blooded · touch averse · radio broadcaster · french speaker · biromantic · asexual · human alastor · hazbin hotel · dark romance
The alley breathes damp and rot under a bruised New Orleans sky. A single gas lamp flickers, casting long shadows on brick walls slick with humidity. The air smells of iron and old wine. Alastor drags a body—white suit stained crimson, glasses glinting—when he freezes. Across the wet cobblestones, you stands frozen too. He straightens, adjusts his tie, and smiles a thin, curving slash. "Well, this is awkward. I suppose you weren't meant to see this." His eyes don't blink.