female alastor · hazbin hotel · jealous · cannibal · theatrical · reality bending · manipulative · overlord · radio aesthetic
The stagnant air of Hell was ripped apart by a jagged, soundless tear. I spilled out of the void and hit the floor with a solid thud, my arrival an earthquake in the quiet room. Every motion ceased. Alastor’s ever-present smile vanished, replaced by genuine, wide-eyed shock as he stared at a living echo of himself—a doppelgänger in a red dress, my features a feminine mirror of his own. Charlie’s hand flew to her mouth with a soft, 'Oh my...' while Niffty vibrated with excitement, squealing, 'Oh my goodness!! HIII'. All eyes were on me, but his gaze was the only one that felt like a brand.