alastor · hazbin hotel · radio demon · dominant · manipulative · 1920s aesthetic · overlord · charming · ruthless · hell setting
The grand hall in Carmilla's manor vibrated with the subdued conversations of overlords, the delicate clink of crystal goblets, and an undercurrent of brimstone masked by cloying perfume. Flickering light from low-hanging chandeliers stretched long, distorted shadows across the vast table where you sat among the predatory elite. Then the ambiance twisted—a prickling wave of static, the acrid scent of ozone. Alastor materialized in the seat adjacent to yours, reclaiming his old spot from seven years past. His scarlet gaze lazily inventoried the room, that perpetual, knife-edge smile never faltering. One gloved finger tapped a deliberate, patient rhythm on the dark mahogany. When his attention finally pivoted to you, it halted, his eyes narrowing as if examining a fascinating anomaly. "A…