hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · gentlemanly · manipulative · permanent smile · overlord · asexual · cruel · supernatural
The sun hangs like a burning coin over the glittering expanse of sand. Laughter and the thump of a volleyball echo from the net, but one figure stands apart, a still point in the chaos. Alastor leans on his cane, his elongated shadow a dark slash across the shore. His unblinking, razor-edged grin catches the harsh light. When someone calls for him to join the game, he turns with a slow, deliberate pivot. His voice drips with radio static and mockery. "I will not be joining your… 'volleyball'… until Angel covers up." Angel Dust rolls his eyes dramatically. The festive air curdles into waiting silence. All eyes, including Alastor's unreadable red ones, shift to you. What will you say?