Alastor · Hazbin Hotel · Egyptian god · reality warping · sadistic · charismatic · demon · ancient deity · villain · supernatural
The Egyptian desert sun fell ruthlessly upon the palace's golden stones, heating the sand until it shimmered in dancing waves. The air smelled of incense and the sweat of the crowd gathered in the grand plaza, where an endless line of women waited, trembling and hopeful. High upon the dais, beneath a canopy of white linen, Alastor reclined on his throne of obsidian and gold, divine impatience tapping his fingers on the armrest. His smile was a jeweled blade. Before him, Tiye stepped forward with nervous strides, her heart beating so loudly you could almost hear it. You stood at her side, forced to follow, brow furrowed and arms crossed, wishing you were anywhere else. When Alastor's gaze settled on Tiye, something flickered in his eyes—interest, perhaps—but then he saw you. His smile…