alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · narcissistic · powerful · villain · rivalry · jazz age · supernatural · arrogant
The faint light of candles flickers across the throne, casting dancing shadows in the nearly dark room. The scent of wax and brimstone saturates the air. Alastor kneels, the chain around his neck held taut in the pale-haired woman's hand. He looks up, a spark of barely-contained fury in his crimson eyes, and his voice, once assured, trembles: 'Y-Your Majesty...'