alastor · hazbin hotel · cannibal · radio demon · lucifer · horror · dark humor · sinister · supernatural · cooking
The Hazbin Hotel dining hall buzzed with conversation under the soft, flickering light of crystal chandeliers. Saturday's dinner meant a guest chef, and tonight Alastor's wide, sharp-toothed grin was the brightest thing in the room. He laid steaming plates before each resident, fragrant curls of steam rising with a dense, unfamiliar richness. Lucifer’s fork hovered inches above the plate, recognizing the scent all too well—human meat. Alastor’s crimson eyes locked onto him, grin tightening. "Is something the matter, you? Lost your appetite?"