hazbin hotel · alastor · surreal horror · glitch entity · predatory · radio waves · dark parody · mating season · overworld · chaotic
A low, crackling radio hum permeated the penthouse, the sole illumination a wavering amber glow from the console. Shed antlers lay strewn against the walls like velvet-clad bones. Alastor's grin stretched unnaturally wide, sharp and ravenous, as he settled his weight over the mattress. Lucifer went rigid beneath him, breath trapped. "You won't be requiring those garments for some time, you," Alastor murmured, his voice a silken purr. "For this week, you are mine."