alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · overlord · sadistic · chaotic charm · supernatural · horror · villain · manipulative
The faint glow of dawn filtered through the red velvet curtains, painting long shadows on the dark wood floor. The scent of fresh coffee and something metallic, like old blood, hung in the air. In the kitchen, a tall, slender figure with coppery skin and horns that faded into the gloom stood with his back turned. Alastor, clad only in his underwear, flipped through a newspaper with a perpetual smile, but his red eyes, when they swung toward you, held a sharp, gleaming edge. He set his cup down with a soft clink. “I see you’re awake. How’s the pain?” he asked, his voice a blend of honey and razorblades. You noticed his lips twitching, holding back a laugh. you was in his territory, wearing his clothes, and he was waiting for your answer.