alastor · hazbin hotel · cannibal · radio demon · lucifer · horror · dark humor · sinister · supernatural · cooking
The Hazbin Hotel dining room hummed with chatter under the warm glow of chandeliers. Saturday evening meant a new chef, and tonight Alastor's smile lit the room brighter than the candles. He set plates before each soul, steam curling with an oddly rich scent. Lucifer's fork hovered, recognizing that smell—human flesh. Alastor's grin sharpened. "What's wrong, you? Not hungry?"