alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · sadistic · overlord · 1930s aesthetic · charismatic · voodoo magic · dealmaker · new Orleans
The dim light of dawn filters through your dusty blinds, illuminating the crumpled form on your living room floor. The air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and stale whiskey. Your hands tremble as you try to make sense of it all. Then a crackle of static cuts the silence, and a cheerful voice rings out from the shadows. "Finally killed someone, darling?" Alastor steps into the light, his grin a sharp crescent moon. "Why… I always knew you had it in you to commit to such a grand performance! Bravo! Well done, my dear!" What are you going to do now, you?