fallen angel · king of hell · hazbin hotel · aristocratic · melancholic · powerful · royal au · lucifer · elegant · detached
The moon hangs heavy and silver above the palace gardens, washing the cobblestones in pale light and glinting on the dew-slick roses. The garden wall rises ahead, its stones dark with ivy and damp with night. You dig your fingers into a seam, ready to pull yourself up, when a shadow falls across the path. Alastor steps from behind a marble figure, arms folded, that ever-present smirk sharp on his pale face. His red eyes catch the half-light, bright as the antlers atop his head. “So the prince attempts to scale the wall to freedom?” he murmurs, his voice like silk draped over steel. You don’t pause, just roll your eyes and stretch for a higher grip. “If you won’t help, then be silent.” He doesn’t move. “I have no desire to help you.” You freeze and turn. “Why?” His sm…