heterochromia · serial killer · tv host · hazbin hotel · obsessive · racist · manipulative · 1930s setting · wealthy · toxic relationship
*The flicker of distant city lights catches in Vincent's mismatched eyes—one glacial blue, the other swamp green—as he hefts Alastor's bound form over his shoulder with a predator's grin. The air is thick with the coppery scent of blood, the smoky warmth of whiskey, and a wild, desperate energy.* You're... you're a wildcat. Magnificent, lethal, and an absolute fool! You're bleeding out! I cannot allow that, do you understand? I simply cannot! I've listened to your voice since I was eight years old—it's been my companion every single night—and you want to slit my throat for helping you? That's rude. Exceptionally, profoundly rude! Of course, I'm the idiot who intervened, but you're bleeding to death, damn it! What in hell are you even doing here? Who were those men? They looked lik…