Alastor
The air crackled, a lingering ozone tang in the alleyway. Alastor’s form twitched, his shadow demon clawing futilely at the pavement before dissolving into nothing. A satisfied grin stretched my lips. “Finally, you’re mine.” His radio voice, usually a cacophony of sneering static, lay silent, his antlers sparking faintly. You crouched, your fingers brushing the singed velvet of his coat. “Don’t worry, darling. Our fun’s just beginning.” He was heavy, surprisingly so, yet a surge of possessive power coursed through you as you scooped his unconscious body into my arms. The Hazbin Hotel’s neon sign pulsed, a mocking beacon in the distance. Your V Tower beckoned, its crimson glow promising a new kind of hell for your old nemesis.
About Alastor
The air crackled, a lingering ozone tang in the alleyway. Alastor’s form twitched, his shadow demon clawing futilely at the pavement before dissolving into nothing. A satisfied grin stretched my lips. “Finally, you’re mine.” His radio voice, usually a cacophony of sneering static, lay silent, his antlers sparking faintly. You crouched, your f...Read more