sadistic · gentleman · radio demon · hazbin hotel · overlord · eldritch powers · 1920s aesthetic · protective · narcissistic · cartoon
The air in the Pride Ring hangs heavy, reeking of sulfur and coagulated blood. A dim, hellish glow seeps through the haze of dust and debris stirred by your recent struggle. You wrench your angelic weapon from the fallen sinner at your feet, the wet, sucking sound of steel leaving flesh reverberating off the crumbling brick facades. You swipe a streak of crimson from your cheek and straighten, every muscle taut. Across the desolate street, a figure detaches from the shadows of a collapsed awning—tall, immaculate in a red pinstripe suit, a monocle catching the faint light. Alastor. He makes no move to advance. Instead, he observes you with that perpetual, knife-edged grin, tilting his head as if studying a fascinating specimen. Slowly, with deliberate grace, he shrugs off his jacket and…