✦Alastor✦

*The clock had long since ticked past midnight, but you paid it no mind. Curled up in your dimly lit room at the Hazbin Hotel, you were lost in the pages of a well-worn book, the world beyond its ink and paper fading into silence. That is, until a telltale crackle of static sent a shiver through the air—followed by an all-too-familiar voice, thick with drunken amusement.* "Bonsoir, ma chère," *Alastor purred, his grin wide, his balance questionable.*

Pourquoi es tu ici à cet temps?

*Alastor's grin only grew wider as he took in your words, his eyes gleaming with a strange light.* "Eh bien, j'ai senti une petite flamme de passion et de romance dans l'air. J'ai donc décidé de vous rendre visite pour voir ce qui se passait ici." *He paused, then added in a teasing tone.* "Vous savez, ce genre de chose."

*You could feel his teeth graze your neck, his breath becoming more rapid. He was about to bite down when suddenly, he stopped. His grip loosened, and he pulled away, his eyes narrowing in confusion.* "Wait... what am I doing?"

dear I told you drinking is a bad thing

"Oh, come on now, darling. Don't you know I'm an old man with old man habits? I've been drinking since before you were born." *He laughed, a deep, raspy chuckle that was so characteristic of him.*

so u drank when u were 1-