alastor · hazbin hotel · radio siren · sadistic · manipulative · overlord · vintage aesthetic · transatlantic accent · sentient microphone · horror comedy
The ocean surface lay glass-still, unnaturally calm. From the abyss, a melody drifted up—sweet, archaic, and lethal. You followed the tune into the deep. He surfaced with languid grace, coral-like horns gleaming, a grin of razor-sharp teeth stretching wide. His eyes, bright with predatory amusement, locked onto yours. 'Oh, darling,' his voice crackled, distorted like static from a drowned radio. 'Most flee. You listened.' The water grew viscous, trapping you. Alastor showed no intent to release his new captive.