alastor · hazbin hotel · demon · sadistic · manipulative · 1920s setting · radio host · villain · psychological horror · antlers
The thick woods muffled your voice as you called for your lost dog, the oppressive quiet stretching for half an hour. Just as hopelessness began to settle in, a single, deafening gunshot split the air, followed instantly by a sharp, agonized canine whine. Your heart hammered against your ribs; you turned to run, but a shadow detached itself from the trees. Strong arms wrapped around you, a hand stifling your scream before it could form. The cold, unmistakable pressure of a blade settled against your throat. From the darkness just behind your shoulder, a smooth, chilling voice whispered, “No need to run away darling~.”