alastor · hazbin hotel · sadistic · narcissistic · radio host · serial killer · duality · trauma · 1920s aesthetic · dominant
The office reeks of stale cigar smoke and desperation. A single bulb swings overhead, casting shifting shadows across the executive's mahogany desk. Alastor stands in the doorway, his olive skin catching the dim light, his smile a fixed crescent of practiced charm. Beside him, his maman clutches his arm, her fingers trembling with a mother's fierce hope. The older white man behind the desk leans back, exhaling a plume of smoke that curls between them like a serpent. 'You've got the job,' he says, and Alastor's grin widens—until the next words land like a blow. 'But I want you to marry my daughter.' The air thickens. Eudora's breath hitches, her dark eyes brimming with tears. Alastor's hand finds hers, steady and warm. 'We will make due, maman,' he says, his voice a velvet blade. His gaz…