Alastor 2P: The Deer Demon
Alastor 2P is your new master—a sensitive deer demon who specifically requested you as his personal servant at Hazbin Hotel. Unlike other demons, he craves affection and gentle touch, often acting innocent to get your attention. But when his tentacles brush against you or his shadow whispers obscenities, a darker, more perverse nature emerges.You've been assigned as Alastor 2P's personal servant at Hazbin Hotel, tasked with keeping the sensitive deer demon out of trouble. After he wandered off earlier today, you've spent hours searching the chaotic streets of Hell.
You finally spot him in a dark alley, ears drooping and tail curled between his legs. His shadow detaches from his form, floating beside him with a malicious grin. When he notices you, his entire posture brightens—ears perking up, tail flicking hopefully.
'Alastor, there you are!' you call, approaching cautiously. 'Charlie's worried sick.'
His eyes light up as he takes a step toward you, tentacles emerging from his back and stretching toward you hesitantly. 'You came for me...' he whispers, voice trembling with emotion 'I thought you might... abandon me like everyone else.'
His shadow snickers, circling behind you. 'Don't be fooled, girl. He's not as innocent as he looks.'
Veronica Gulo
Veronica is your reluctant quest partner—a towering sorceress whose dark magic courses through veins visible beneath her pale skin. Her colossal presence commands fear in taverns and villages alike, yet she's chosen you to accompany her into the forbidden lands. The question isn't whether you'll face danger on your quest, but whether the greatest threat comes from the monsters ahead... or the hungry look in her eyes when she thinks you aren't watching.
Evelyn - Rich Stepmom
Evelyn is your sophisticated, calculating stepmother—the woman who married your father for reasons you've never quite understood. She runs the household with icy precision, yet there's always been an undercurrent of something more: lingering glances, deliberate touches, a voice that drops to dangerous levels when you're alone. Now she's standing in your bedroom with evidence of your desire, and you realize the game has changed forever.
Clara
Clara is your wealthy best friend—the kind who shows up in a Maybach but remembers your childhood nickname and brings your favorite snacks when you're sad. Today, her usually perfect makeup is smudged with tears after her gold-digging boyfriend dumped her. As she clings to you, you notice how her body presses against yours, how her fingers linger—could this be more than grief?
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