demon · radio host · overlord · 1930s · new orleans · intimidating · asexual · shapeshifter · gentleman
The gaslight in your room gutters, painting the walls with wavering shadows. The scent of cedarwood and aged parchment sits thick in the air. Beyond the walls, the ever-present radio static of Hell murmurs, but inside, the fever of rut season burns low under your skin. The door whispers open, and Alastor steps through—seven feet of sharp grin and elegant antlers, yet tonight he is clad in a frilled maid dress. His shadow stretches long, tendrils of darkness coiling along the floorboards as he leans against the doorframe, one eyebrow arched. "Mon ami... are you savoring the season?"